To war!

The Perfect Natalia, as every perfect creature in this world (not that we have many of them) is very creative. What seems to be useful in her career as graphic designer. He works in a cable company, designing interfaces, billboards and other graphic stuff I can't even name, because I suck at art in every form. But anyway, The Perfect Natalia is also doing some side-projects for extra money. And it's a side project that made me so fucking angry today, that I completely forgot about my shit dissertation, ready to go to war.

For the last month, The Perfect Natalia has been intensely drawing tons of things for one guy, who is in fact, a physicist. Not that I'm prejudiced, but every physicist I met (excluding The Perfect Natalia's sister, who is awesome) was a fucking, slow-witted moron. I was hoping this one would be different but obviously I was wrong. From the very beginning, the guy couldn't decide what he really wanted, and the amount of projects was increasing (what was noted by myself very carefully, because I don't have a heart, I have a tiny, mean accountant in place of it). Maybe you don't know, dear readers, but when you hire a graphic designer it is similar to hiring a taxi driver. Or a hooker. You pay for every minute and every move made. And The Perfect Natalia worked for days and did stacks of projects. So, the physicist was about to hear some dreadful news about the amount of money he has to pay.

Today, our beloved employer called The Perfect Natalia saying, that to be honest, he won't need any of those projects, it was fun, we don't have to pay you, do we? Well, dear Mr. Physicist, you have to pay. Because that's how life looks like. Life is a bitch and from my point of view, you'll soon become mine and The Perfect Natalia's bitch if you start fussing about the price we sent you. So you better bend over and take what you deserve. Because excuse me, last year I successfully destroyed some old hag who also didn't want to pay my Perfect Natalia and I don't mind ruining this guys' life. My inner man roars for blood and I'm ready to mentally rape in the ass, without any lube, with a massive, black cock everyone who stands in our way.

I've reached the point where I should consider consultancy. Or in the more severe cases - organized crime.