… stop being so fucking precious. I mean, you’ve already sketched it out, written the comments, you know how the code is supposed to work, all you have to do is write it. I bet in the end it’s like Ten. Fucking. Lines. You’ve done this a thousand times before, you used to eat these jobs up for breakfast…

What is wrong with you? Ten lines, and you can bill for that day you did yesterday. Cold hard cash baby. You need it, you’ve got that mortgage to pay now, plus you’ve got a freaking 6 month old to support. You want him to grow up with a daddy who’s a deadbeat, who can’t make a buck doing something that always came so easily?

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