Wait until the morning of the day I'd committed to modeling and then get pissy about the entire idea - even though it's been on the calendar and I've told you verbally two days ago. Excellent.
...it's going to be a few hours until I calm down.
1. I chose not to work on Tuesday to not inconvenience my mom supposing that I'd have two income times of day today.
2. It's super shitty to the people who coordinate this stuff. I fucking hate cancelling at the last minute. Especially when it's for a reason like this.
He got a wild hare that I could...do gutter bids? For the company he works for in the Fall? And somehow do school too?
"How many classes are you going to be taking?"
"Five or six." (Minutes later I reviewed the actual amount - it's seven.)
Goes out to smoke on the back porch for a few minutes. Comes back in.
"No, that's not going to work."
No, it's not. Also, I don't want to work with him. Sounds like a nightmare.
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