So this client of mine that I want to drop. There’s a good reason.
She’s a flake. She’s inconsiderate. She is in way over her head, running a business when she doesn’t even know the bureaucracy behind it.
She bounced a cheque to me last month and didn’t even apologize, just complained about the bank. She’s been hounding me for a copy of my bank statement to show her bank for the NSF charges. And well, I don’t think I should have to give her my statement. Like, your cheque bounced, sorry, my banking is none of your business. If you have a problem with your bank, don’t involve me.
She’s also incredibly inconsiderate. Not in a mean way, in an oblivious way. Offers JDawg wine and weed if we got over to her house, when we’re surrounded by kids and she knows that’s been our issue, all along. Mine and JDawg’s, I mean. She drops deadlines on my lap, as if, like her, I have a nanny and a husband and can just drop everything to do her stuff at the last minute because she needed it done a while ago but forgot to tell me.
Oh, yes, that’s my favourite part. She tells me. Not asks. Emails me things to do, which we have never discussed or agreed upon – most often with a 24-hour deadline.
I’ve gone passive agressive since the cheque bouncing. I’ve just refused to do her work and when she’s called me to repeatedly ask about proof of NSF charges, I’ve told her that my bank account is on hold (it has been, because of this, for three weeks) and I’m not available to talk to her. I know, unprofessional and immature.
So then, this morning, she emails me – though I’m well aware that she doesn’t need her books done until the end of the month – to tell me that she wants to pick up her receipts and such by Thursday, at the latest. Even though we’ve repeatedly spoken the past about me needing at least week’s notice before any project needs to be completed – she’s not my only client and uh, yeah. I. Don’t. Have. A. Nanny. and Husband. To Watch. My Kid. While I Pour. Over. Your. Crumpled Up. Receipts. That Are. Illegible With Pepsi. Stains.
So, again, I will put her off, saying I’m not available until Saturday, and then I will hand her back all of her stuff at one time, an invoice and my ‘good luck with that’ resignation. Because I’m a bitch.
