My WuName is "Excitable Misunderstood Genius." (No comments from the peanut gallery.)

Uh-oh!, ICQ exclaimed. It's from Xander. "R U here?"

I was on invisible, as I am apt to do a lot of the time, but I figured if something is going on where he'd ask if I was here in the immediate instead of dropping me email or just asking me to write him or something, it must be important. "Somewhat. What's up?" I hesitantly reply.

"I just got a 37 page fax from our favorite asshole in California" he answers. Ah, that can only mean one person.

This last year I did some work (design and layout of a website in a few foreign languages) for a major energy company's alternative energy division through Xander (he still runs the company that we'd started). I'd done it in spurts from about March through October, and in October I said consider it well done, sending out the last shipment in a rather large .zip file.

The guy who we did the work for seemed really nice at the time, but now he complains about everything. To recount the whole saga would be tiring and not terribly exciting for the gentle reader, but everybody knows the type of person who is never satisfied with anything and makes you sorry for ever doing business with them, so I will leave it at that.

Xander is really insistent that he send me this fax. Groan. So I go look at Winfax, walk him through conversion of the fax pages to .bmp files, have him .zip them up and send them to me over ICQ.

What kills me is that I know this guy we did the work for is a moron, because about a third of the problems that he's pointing out are legitimate, yet minor ("font size wrong here"... I look at it on my archive CD, and sure enough, he's right, but I can't read Chinese, so I hadn't noticed. Can't you decrement the font size in that line by one? You're supposed to be head of their web design department, after all) and the remaining two thirds are issues from omissions or misplacements for the Chinese translation that his company provided, that I pointed out in the notes returned with the work. This should be water under the bridge.

So now, guess who gets to spend at least three hours in the next couple days sorting out what's what from his faxes? And no, I don't get to bill it. Heavy sigh.

I so want to put a clue on this guy's head. However, I don't think it'd sink in through osmosis, so I might have to beat it into his head with a baseball bat or something.

restlessmind

Ancient history:

2013-03-01

"You'll be stone dead in a moment!"

2007-08-07

I covet fuck you money

2007-07-16

My own long, dark tea-time of the soul

2007-07-11

My internet experience is lacking

2007-07-10

Coincidence