I got a call today from the owner of All American Tattoo and Body Piercing in Fullerton. you know, the studio where Wendi works….
He wants me to update their website. On Wendi’s recommendation of course. Not only that, but one of the other tattoo artists in the shop wants me to redesign his site too. My only saving grace here is that I won’t feel bad about charging them cold hard cash to do the work since I don’t know them as friends.
But my gods… I DON’T WANT TO BE A WEB DESIGNER! It is NOT my calling and I am not as good as you think I am! I cheat. I steal code and modify it to make it my own. I work an entirely different job for 40 hours a week. I don’t need a second income. I want to spend time with my wife, not behind a computer all night. I want to play in the SCA and spend time restoring my new car. I don’t want to spend all my time at a computer….
But yet, for some reason, I can’t say know to people who ask me for help.
yes, I pride myself on being an asshole. I revel in the fact that I hate people. I manipulate and lie to ensure my survival and comfort. But why is it, when I am put in a situation where I am asked and can help someone, I have absolutely no ability to say “no”? Why can I not lie when I know I could help but don’t want to?
Feh. On a related, but completely different topic: siobhan_genie‘s post also hit a chord with me. I expected SOMEONE to have an issue with the hearse, I just didn’t expect it to blind side me by a neighbor bringing over a mis-delivered bit of mail.
I understand that it is really bad timing; us bringing home a hearse after her husband’s mother’s death this past weekend. I feel bad that they see a reminder of their loss in my driveway. But it is MY driveway, and I have not done anything overtly offensive to anyone. It is only a car, people. A luxury car at that. I have a Benz in my driveway too… and an aging, barely functional SUV on the street that could nearly be considered abandoned for as much as I drive it. Let’s see you complain about those. Yeah, I didn’t think so…
I am sorry you “have to explain” to your kids, why the freaky neighbors down the street are driving a car that takes dead people to the cemetery. I didn’t make you pro-create. Explaining the facts of life to kids (all of which are at least 8th grade or older) is part of parenting. Suck it up and DEAL with it. Or ignore it, I don’t care. It is not my problem HOW you deal with your kids. So don’t put it on me.
I understand people deal differently with death. And yes, it is still bad timing. For THAT I’m sorry and feel bad. But I can’t bring back your mother-in-law, and you can’t get rid of my car, so we will need to deal with it like adults. Which, of course, means hearing me out when I am giving you my condolences and explaining that the car will be under a car cover shortly so that you and the rest of the neighbors won’t be “forced” to look at the “DEATH-MOBILE!”. That means not walking away from me as I am trying to explain.
Maybe now I WON’T spend the $300 on a custom car cover to “protect” the innocents in the neighbor hood. Perhaps now I will make a point to display my new car proudly…… oh who am I kidding. I know I can’t win here. Car cover it is…..
Welcome to wonderful South Orange County, California.
Ok. I vented. I’m done. hopefully this is the last we will hear of it. if the neighbors decide to ignore us, so be it. We never “fit in” with them anyhow. In fact, the last party we were invited to before New Years was a good year and a half ago. I don’t think they liked us to begin with really. now we just gave them an excuse….