*sigh* I suppose everyone has one client like this one.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

He's nice enough, I guess- polite, youthful, handsome- and there's simply something about him that sets my teeth on edge. It's nothing I can put my finger on, but I just do not LIKE him. Yet he has to come to my home and use my computer because of the specialty software I have- he's making some video dvds of his young son's weekend activities and he needs me to put it all together for him.

So he sets an 11am appointment to be here. He shows up at 12:30. My foot is killing me and I subtly hint that it would be a good thing to get this shit done so I can pop a pain pill and pass out.

So he finally leaves at 5pm, after annoying the hell out of me for over four hours. By the time he walks out the door I'm ready to brain him with the ball bat I keep by the front door.

The money simply ain't worth it for the ulcer he's gonna give me.

Who is YOUR private work-related curse? I know you have to have one.

Where the hell's that bottle of pain pills?