You know how when you extend a finger to help people, they try and eat your whole arm off!?
It just ticks me off enough to write about it.
Recently, a classmate of mine wanted me to help develop an online application for him. Although it's not part of my job here (not unless I am offered unlimited rides on a HD V-Rod), I thought I'll help him out - mistake #1.
I agreed to develop a skeletal application - using which he could improvise and erect that castle he wanted to. Turned out he wanted a 19th century Scottish castle, fully furnished, with an English butler to cook him some Tiramisu. English butler and Tiramisu? Blasphemy.
I pretended to turn a deaf ear to his expansive requests. I built the skeletal application and gave it to him. Mistake #2. I should have never given it to him. His complaining is so morose - he cribs about trivial things like door knobs. Yeah, right. Door knobs! He doesn't want to turn them to open the door. "It should open automatically", he suggests. I don't think they have that in Scotland even today, forget the 19th century.
He knocks on my door every now and then demanding some updates to the application. I have lost the peace in my life. If I had all the time in this world and a pinch of 'free' time, I'd give him a James Bond style mansion. But right now, I've got my hands busy with other things. I can't afford to have my hands eaten off by individuals on such trivial pursuits.
For now, I plan to dump the code some place in the South Pole. I plan to dedicate an Igloo to this great soul.
I just got an email from him. He wants some ice cream too. South Pole, here I come.
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