Lose My Number
August 18th, 2008 by fruitloop(Sorry for butting in on your post, but I just wanted to let everyone reading this know that the site is now for sale.. Please see my post on the front page about this… Toodles, your pal, Nutcase)
I think I’m a very nice fucking person and a fucking great friend. And I know just enough about computers and graphic design to get myself into trouble. And not be able to get out of it. Just ask Nutcase. I’m always asking for help to bail me out of techy geek shit that is way over my head. He loves the attention and it makes him feel needed, so it’s all good.
Years ago, I had this supposed friend, Kitty. We were friends for a few years. She would invite me over about once a week and she’d make us lunch, then I’d work on her computer and do any graphic stuff she needed. Neither of us had 2 nickels to rub together, and I felt we had a pretty balanced relationship. If she needed help, I was there. And she fed me in return. (She is a great cook, I’ll give her that)
Hey, pay attention here! I’m telling a fucking story!
A few years ago, I moved away, tried to keep in touch, but she bluntly told me she didn’t have time for niceties. Since then she’s called me 4 times. And each time I’ve helped her fix her computer or do some stupid little project for her. She never really asked how I was, just “Can you help me? I don’t really have any money to pay you, but…” Last year it was setting up a website with a few pages. At the time I asked for a small payment, nothing what it was worth, but just a little something so that I wouldn’t feel quite so used.
Well, she emailed me the other day. She wants to redo her website and logo. She can’t afford to pay me anything - she’s paying for a facelift - but can I just coach her through the programs and teach her how to do it herself? WTF?
So, if I’m reading this right, she can’t pay me but she wants me to tutor her, long distance, on how to do advanced graphic and web design? Are you fucking INSANE? For FREE? At the end of the email she throws in that she hopes I’m well and how’s Wingnut. Like she fucking cares.
I told her to find some student with free time who likes to eat. She emailed back and said thanks. Then after 4 years asked me how I’ve been.
Yeah. Right, go pound sand, Kitty. Go fuck yourself and your fucking facelift. I blocked her. She’s not even a good source of entertainment. Fucking leech.
What a user! What a whore!
You really should ignore her calls and emails forever and ever. Or answer back with a quick text:
“I don’t work pro-bono. Try asking one of your FRIENDS to help you out.”
OR
“You should make dinner for your plastic surgeon for a week! That should pay for the facelift, no? Then you can hire a web designer! Lemme know when that pans out.”
Oh SNAP! I wish I had thought of that! I just told my email program to consider her SPAM! ROFL!
You’re so funny, Miss Peach! WOOT!
I hate people like her. Fucking leeches indeed. I get the ones that come around to cry on my shoulder. But when I need a shoulder to cry on or things are back to normal, I don’t seem to exist.
Hey Colleen, I KNOW! I hate people like that too. In fact, I could just say, I HATE PEOPLE. But I do like a few individuals. You can cry on my shoulder anytime, my friend.