Fuck you before-5-o’clock Friday. You are such a waste of my fucking time. Making me get up early. Put on fucking appropriate clothes. And then what do I get in return from you? Nothing. You so utterly fucked me, Friday. (No, not you after-5-o’clock Friday. You’re fine, I love you. No, shhhh. Please don’t be like that. You know I’d never say that about you. I love you baby. You’re my everything. Oh, please don’t bring Saturday into this. Because you’re different. Apples and oranges. No other part-of-a-day could ever replace you in my heart.) Before-5-o’clock Friday, why do you even exist? You do nothing but cause me stress. Every fucking time you figure out a way to make a deadline that is impossible, you asshole. And you find a way to get me in trouble for some shit I didn’t even do. How am I supposed to get anything mother fucking done when I know you’re just there, lurking, waiting to bend me over and drive one home? I raise my finger to you, before-5-o’clock Friday. Go fuck your mother you stupid, douchey piece of shit. Ass wipe.
[Zee]: I just had to grab this from my new favorite blog, Clients from Hell. The blog is a collection of anonymously contributed client horror stories from designers.
Client: ”So I just wrote my first post on the blog you made for us. Can you publish it to all RSS feeds?”
Me: ”Do you mean publish it to your RSS feed? Because that happens automatically.”
Client: ”No, I mean ALL RSS feeds. Like every one on the internet.”
Me: ”That’s not possible.”
Client: ”Yes it is, I read an article about how RSS is the equivalent of newspapers on the internet, so if I post something everyone on the internet should see it, just like everyone reading a newspaper would see the front page.”
Me: ”Er… that’s not really true, that’s not how RSS works.”
Client: ”Well then this whole “blog” thing isn’t what I paid you to do, then, is it?”