I’m an illustrator, and I took on illustrating a children’s alphabet book for a client, who was the writer.
Client: I had the epiphany for this book back in the 70s when I was high on LSD.
She went into pretty lengthy detail about her drug history and those “wild times,” and how this made her qualified to write a children’s book. About the alphabet.
Which, whatever. not a big deal. But she was terrible in other ways. When she came to me with another job I was too busy to take on, she claimed that I “ruined Thanksgiving.”She had absolutely no idea how to publish a book, or open emails, or PDFs, or send files over email. She would text me at all hours of the night – sometimes as late as 4 AM – would get very frustrated if I didn’t answer an email within a few hours of her sending it. At one point, she told me that it was my fault that her PayPal account not being hacked. Because of all this (and many other reasons), I eventually had to fire her.
Client: You’re firing me? This is very unprofessional of you.