Damn. The last couple of days have been rough for me, work-wise. I’m behind on layout mockups for a client–and these are stressful for me to do. Aesthetics are so subjective, and i have to come up with designs for their website. I make image files to demonstrate the designs, and they look them over. And then, when they pick one and we hammer out the details, I have to actually make the damn things. I’m so not in the mood.
But anyway, I’m behind. And I’m busy. And I missed renewing a client’s domain name. So, because I missed this, their website has been replaced with a big ol’ honkin’ ad. Eek! I can usually fix this kind of thing within a couple of hours, but I wasn’t so lucky this time. I worked on it all day yesterday off and on and got nowhere.
How bad does that suck? I was up working on it before I even left my bedroom this morning…and the news wasn’t good. A fuckin’ week it takes to fix, for christsakes! In short, because of this mistake I made, this clients website will be down and all email to them will bounce…for a fuckin’ week. And people who do go to their website seeks a full-page, shady looking ad. Eek.
But anyway, this story is about the coffeepot…
I was getting up this morning, working on this, thinking I’ll go down and feed the cats, do my morning stuff, and get myself a cup of coffee, and just think this over before I call my client. Wake up, drink coffee outside amongst the flowers, my brain will clear out, I’ll feel calm and know what to do and everything will be better. Right? Right?
Wrong! I loaded up the pot and pushed the button to start brewing. And a big, fat nothing happened. Eek! Nothing? Nothing! On and off, unplug and replug, on and off again. Nothing, man. If ever there was a morning I needed my coffee, this was it and the damn thing just broke. I felt betrayed. Right when I needed him most, Mr. Coffee had taken a powder, man. “Mr. Coffee is an ass,” I think.
So what could I do? I got my ass around, gassed up at the Kwik Shop and bought me tide-me-over coffee, and went and bought a new coffeepot while I figure out what the hell to do with this mess…
So I got a coffeepot and I got the mental break and felt better. I decided to offer to buy my client a temporary domain if they wanted to use…they decided not to do that, but I felt better that I had something to offer them at least. Limited, but it was the best I could do. And I gave them the update and the ugly facts. I felt better having finished the conversation with ‘em.
These folks are cool, though. Cool as Hell, really, and I gotta acknowledge that. I mean, as long as I tell them what’s going on and I do what I can for ‘em, they are incredibly patient and nice. I, on the other hand, completely freak out over it.I ‘m going to change how I handle domain names, by the way, so this won’t happen again, ’cause it WAY sucked for me. Put in some safeguards, and set it up so clients are notified automatically for renewals and they can make sure it’s done. I’m making some changes, man. (Aside: the mockup client was nice as Hell about my being late, too. Good thing, having nice clients. Doesn’t mean I feel good about it, though.)
But either way, I can tell you one thing…I’ll be glad when that week’s up. And I’m way glad to have a new coffeepot, too. I don’t want any traitors in the house. Fuck that noise, man. I just want my damn coffee.
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