I need a manager.
Every time I'm talking with someone about a job, I wind up putting on my best aristocrat impression and offer to do the work for . . . free.
I can't control it. It's bigger than me.
"Oh, I'll just take care of that little thing for you," I hear myself purring. I sound like a madame or a dominatrix. "You just leave it all up to me."
My insane need to be in power leaves me powerless to afford a vacation. What's the point of charging $110 an hour if you never charge anyone for anything?
Will someone, SOMEONE please help me? I'll pay you.
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