She simply will not go away, dearies. I provided Ms. Know-it-All of our last post with the edits she insisted on. She’s now right back, complaining bitterly that Frumpie is making it up as she goes. Frumpie gave her her very own word-by-word edit, one she insisted go in verbatim, but now she’s saying it’s all ridiculous nonsense I’ve made up. I sent back her last edit to show her that the ridiculous one is not on this side of the monitor. I hold no illusions that she will actually shoulder that blame or those words. This time, she resorted to calling me an amateur, calling me unprofessional, and calling me a waste of her money. Only I’ve done exactly as she’s asked, I’ve not called her character into question, nor have I raised my voice or wasted her money nearly as much as she’s wasted my time and patience. She finds it necessary to bite instead of telling me directly what is troubling her. This time, it was one sentence SHE supplied. I did not. I followed her lead as she pitched an almighty fit because the way I’d worded it was close, but not quite it. But did she tell me in that manner? Oh heavens no! It’s so much more fun to rip someone’s head off instead!
You don’t even realize, woman, that the more you tear apart my character the less inclined I am to care if you’re happy. I do my best for my clients, but I will not be a personal punching bag or doormat. You’re crazy and you’re a massive pain in my rear haunches, woman. Go away. Now. And take your insanity with you on your way out.
