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One day I developed a simple website for a goldsmith who I already new for a year or so.

We discussed everything and agreed on a feature set, price and a deadline when it should be ready. Based on this we signed a contract and I started my work.

Unfortunately at the same time I lost most of my childhood friends. I moved to a new city and started to study computer science, which was awesome on the contrary.

This is where the horror began.

I was totally occupied by the studying, my partner, myself and by the shit of life.

It knocked on my door. The horror decided to pay me a visit.

"Had a look at your calendar recently? Just saying..."

Shit! The deadline came closer and closer everyday and the pile of work undone grew with it. At that point I had to do something. I don't know what it was or how I did it, but somehow I managed to finish the project just in time. I was totally not proud of it, but it featured what was required.

The day before I contacted my client, the horror knocked on my door again. He said:

"You really should have a look at your hard drive."
"Why? everything seems allright."
"Well, then look closer."
"Fuck."
"Right."

Well, there are backups at least, I thought to myself. I'll just recover the last state. That was an annoying thought, but nothing serious. That's just one or two days of w... - Wait, what? Where are my backups? What the actual fuck? Why is the zip file broken? Why doesn't the flash drive work anymore? FUUUCK!!

I was lost. It was a complete nightmare.

Each time my telephone rang the following days, my heart skipped a beat. Finally my client's name appeared on the display. I answered the call, my hands shaking.

"Hey there! I'm calling to discuss the website project with you."
"Well, about that..."
"Yeah, I know you put a huge amount of efford in it so I'm really sorry to say that I on the other hand can't effort the money. Actually I'd like to simply forget about this whole idea."

Seriously? What the fuck just happend? I suddenly noticed a sticky note infront of me reading:
"It was really fun to see you suffer, but I have to go! See ya
- The Horror"

"Hello, are you still there? Do you hear me?", yelled a voice through my phone.
"Uh, yeah. You know, that project was a lot of work and... but you know what? It was actually a pretty fun exercise and I'm doing well over here, so because it's you I'd agree."
I heared a reliefed sigh from the other end of the line.
"Really good! I owe you something! Bye!"

What. The. Fuck.

Comments
  • 6
    Fuckin'hell m8
  • 7
    @HRT-713 what the hell? Did you just randomly ++ my rant? Otherwise I'm totally impressed by your reading speed 🀣
  • 2
    @justwellbrock Something like thatπŸ˜‰*EMOJIS ARE CANCER*, the dark side of the force is with me
  • 3
    Awesome story!
    Well I barely can imagine how you felt back then, probably shitting on your pants. But hey! Now it's an awesome story πŸ˜‰
  • 12
    .. and God created Github.
  • 5
    I love how you personified The Horror. πŸ™‚
  • 0
    lets pretend you spend a lot of time and he did this
  • 0
    @koin that would make for a great(unfortunately) Rant
  • 1
    Weird. I went through almost the same damn thing. What the hell?? 😦
  • 1
    @eshwarenm things always happen at least twice on this world ;)
  • 0
    @Root back then he was a dick, but now I'm on quite good terms with him ;)

    Somehow it helps to comprehend the memory like that because it gives this whole bad feeling some sort of personality.
  • 0
    @f7u12 I'm still not proud of it. It never happend again like this, so it just remains as a wierd memory.
  • 0
    That was a really dramatic read.
    4.00003/5
  • 0
    here in greece we have a folk phrase like this: the god loves the thief but he lover the house owner too
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