...After ducking out on a couple of potential meeting dates with Guy Who Shoves a Little, I finally am persuaded to make an appointment - after all, I've already invested the time in dinner. I call one of his references, who tells me that she saw him for a 7-hour appointment once and they never left the hotel room, he wouldn't let her have the radio or TV on and when she suggested, after six hours, going to get something to eat, he asked, "Didn't you eat before you got here?"...
...I go to Target to get some candles, since I've read some reviews of other ladies mentioning that the client appreciated it. Might make the hotel room feel a little more romantic, right? I peruse, rejecting overly sweet, overly soapy and just plain nasty, as well as anything vanilla (hate it). I end up passing on several scents I genuinely like, because anything I regularly smell while working I will associate with working, possibly calling up images. So the "coffee" scented candle is right out...
...a client asks my price for an evening-long date by asking how much I want to spend on shoes this month...
...Sexual Athlete from the Two-Client Day offers to help incorporate my other business. Let's see, the lawyer who fucks his client--no, wait, that's not it...I wonder whose hourly rate is higher?
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Bits and Pieces
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2 comments:
First of all, you never want to mix lawyers and pleasure. You can't fire someone who works for free, so you're better off to pay a lawyer than fuck him.
Second, I HATE artificial vanilla, so we have at least that much in common.
Third, you're too classy to work with a client who won't look after your comfort. Too many fish in the sea, darlin'.
Fortunately, I already have another fellow working pro bono on a rather tricky incorporation - met him while in line at the oil change place and he likes what the company will do...plus I'm doing most of the fill-out-forms stuff, so nobody's having to slog through crap :)
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