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Tuesday, Mar. 14, 2006 - 8:58 p.m.

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I love my job

I realise... I hate people who tell me what to draw. I hate it when they instruct me in minute detail. I hate when they are not satisfied with what I draw... unless it is with something I am not satisfied with either. I hate when they are picky. And when they change their minds. I hate it when they are demanding. I hate it when they don't accept what I give them. I hate making changes. I get crabby and defensive and mean and stressed. My voice raises. I become argumentative. I especially hate people who tell me they "did all the work for me" cuz they gave me minute directions. It is the difference between someone saying "please run to the store and buy milk" and one who says "please buy milk. 2% milk in the blue and green package, not the red and green package. It is on the righthand second shelf. Not the one on the lefthand shelf. Wear your black boots. The ones next to the blue running shoes. Don't cross the street til you pass the alley. Remember to pay with three quarters and two pennies, not the $2 coin. Ask them to put it in a paper bag, not a plastic one, and please don't let it fall over in the bag. Don't run while you walk there. Oh, and wear your windbreaker, and make sure you zip it up. There.. now you don't have anything to think about... it should be really easy to go buy milk cuz I thought it all out for you."

why cannot they understand that it takes longer to listen to, process, imagine, think out, and complete in minute detail all those instructions, than it does to just "run to the store to buy milk"?

Let's just say I wish I wasn't working for this client now.

But hah! Look, you got an entry out of it! Second one in a day.

Now if I could just draw, and they'd smile and nod and clap, I would be a happy bunny. Especially if they pay me on time.

It won't happen.


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