So I’ve been asked by a client, whom I love, to do a project.  Awesome.  It’s a small firm I’m working for, and I’m scheduled to be on a call with them, er, let’s see, 8 minutes ago.  So I’m sitting on the bridge of s service called “Free conference calls.com”, which is totally handy, because when you google it, google suggests “freeconferencecall.com scam”.  Indeed, I couldn’t call in from google voice.

It’s now 4:10.  10 minutes late.  Maybe I’ll send them an email.  Maybe I’ll just hang up.  I mean, how much are the billings on this job going to be?  Is it worth ten minutes listening to this HORRIBLE MUSIC.  I just emailed “I am feeling a lack of love.”  I feel that communicates some of my feelings.  I do feel a lack of love.  And the undeniable presence of hate.  They must hate me.  My time has no value.  Or they’d never make me sit here.  Like Billy Nomates.

They just emailed back — “Sorry!  Can we do it now?”  Why, yes, yes we can.  I’m sitting on hold.  Waiting for your call.