A long day at work, home, onto the computer and my email box is full.
"A few quick revisions". Web stuff, which I've been trying to leave somewhat behind, put on a back burner while I'm doing the restaurant gig, but I'm not having any luck. There's always "more work" coming down the pipe.
Never enough that I could leave off the restaurant completely, but enough to ensure that I never, ever have a free moment to gather my thoughts.
Never.
These people, they don't know what quick is, they hope it's quick and it's all quick when your not doing it yourself, I've a mind to send them my own list of quick revisions, "World Peace", "Stop World Hunger", "Clean up the Gulf of Mexico"... I mean, it's easy enough to ask for, it SHOULD therefore be easy enough to do...
And as email after email slowly downloads into my inbox I wonder how I was unclear when I said I didn't want to do this anymore, how being "a sport" somehow got me embroiled in this....There are the "Urgent" emails, those flagged with the little "!" exclamation mark to say "Do me right away", and you do and you forward the client the notes and wait for the response. A week, maybe 2 later, another email marked "Urgent" will appear.
"A few quick revisions.." it will begin.