Some months ago.
I am trying to figure out how to effectively market a client.
Said client has all the answers to chronic fatigue syndome, ME, depression, insomnia and anxiety attacks. There is a brand new method she is bringing to the market. Involving magnets or crystals or something. Whatever. It could be an enormous solution to these woes.
I’m puzzling over this. Some sort of online campaign methinks. The 'internet people' love this shit.
Grotbags glances at my screen.
Two years ago Grotbags nursed her mother through terminal stomach cancer. At home. Whilst maintaining her job and raising her two biological children and one child from her husband’s previous marriage. She changed her mother’s bandages daily and personally swabbed her intestines when it finally ate through the walls of her stomach. She died at home in Grotbags’ front room.
We argue daily. She's right about everything and so am I. Neither of us ever win but have massively entertaining blazing rows.
Grotbags: What’s this then?
I don’t have much to say on the subject. It sort of speaks for itself.
Grotbags: [Reading my client’s amazing talents] Fuck ME? She can actually cure things that DON’T EVEN EXIST?? She must be fucking amazing! What would happen if she turned her hand to REAL illnesses? Anyway, you out tonight?
I don’t hug her, although I have in the past. Drunk and that.
I shoot her a sidelong glance and a grin. That’s all.
She winks at me.
I’d always thought that was quite enough.
We both know.