i waited all day for client AT to call me so i could go back to their office if anything needed fixing. with most of the day already gone i got a call close to 4pm saying that things weren't working (something about the cd not working, burned off of an external usb burner attached to a pc with a gaping hole in the shell along with a busted ethernet card hooked up to a monitor that won't stop flickering). "when are you supposed to deliver?" i asked. "actually, today," said client, who then inquired, "what's your schedule like tomorrow?" silence. what did he just ask me? silence. maybe he doesn't know tomorrow is saturday. silence. maybe he does know and could care less. silence. "i'm sort of busy tomorrow," i replied, hoping he'd get my message. "well, that was the reason why we brought you in though," he said. oh. okay. yeah, i agreed to help on such short notice because their programmer disappeared, but i didn't agree to sacrifice a part of my weekend. after a few seconds more of hesitation, i finally bent over and said "okay, i'll come in tomorrow morning (9am)." response? no "thank you for doing this," no "i really appreciate it," all i got was a "see you tomorrow." AT went from a cool client to a client that i will never work with again. it's not like it's even a lot of work, i can resolve the issue in less than 30 minutes, but it's just the principle of it all, and this feeling i have that i'm expected to show up, that my personal time means shit, that maybe i caused the errors in the first place so i should fix them. i really should charge more. note to self: in the future, if the client wants me to work on the weekend, it's going to cost them.
so that was my day.
and then my night, my parents came over, we watched the bourne supremacy before my father and i went to blue ribbon in arlington to get some ribs for dinner. with the traffic, the rain, and the long line, it took us an hour before we came back with the order. after we ate they left, leaving me to watch my other netflix dvd, days of being wild. i thought it'd be a better movie (it is from wong karwai after all), but it was depressing and slow, not the kind of movie you want to end a friday night on. not to mention it stars leslie cheung, who not very long ago committed suicide by jumping to his death. i'm rearranging my netflix queue for some lighter and happier films.