It would’ve been easier to die. It’s not that I want to be dead now. I don’t. I have a lot in my life that I get satisfaction from, that I love. But some days, especially in the beginning, it was so hard. And I couldn’t help but think that it would’ve been so much simpler to go with the rest of them. But you—you asked me to stay. You begged me to stay. You stood over me and you made a promise to me, as sacred as any vow.
I had just gone into labour (to have a baby) when a regular client called with some last-minute and typically urgent editing he needed done. It was 10pm on a Friday night.
I explained that I was in labour and that we would be heading to the hospital.
Client: But I heard labour can take anywhere from 10-14 hours, so you should have enough time to do this edit quickly. Please?
Client: Okay, I want my site’s content to be edgy, to stand out. I’m thinking all black text on a black background.
Me: I’m not sure that’s going to really stand out much.
Client: Why did you get into web design if you have no imagination? Just try to picture it for more than a minute and you’ll see why it’ll work.
I’m a photographer, reviewing a set of portraits delivered to a client.
Client: I don’t like it.
Me: What don’t you like about it?
Client: It needs more…oooomph.
Me: You asked for a light and airy feel, and you wore all white and wanted a white background…
Client: You should have told me what I wanted.