I’m short on words today. I’m too consumed with disappointment, particularly in the client who sent me this—
That’s not polite, is it? (Particularly as I sent only one invoice. I sent it quite late, knowing I had forty-five days, but that’s hardly an excuse.)
Internet, man, I’m tired of clients who see freelancers as interchangeable, who don’t cultivate cordial relationships. It’s a blow to the ego, that type of behaviour, like how good can I be if they’ll treat me that way?
I might sulk a while, but first, I wanted to share my favourite memory of the 2016 US election, which is something my drunken neighbour bellowed into the night:
America! America! America has a bad case of the DTs!
(My other memory of that night involves brushing my teeth while having Va, pensiero stuck in my head. It made for a slow, melancholic brush, reflective, not effective.)
…America has the DTs. Ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha. That’s a good one.