I had lunch in the Strip with my friend and teammate Tricia today. We were walking around buying pirate gear for our rugby trip theme this weekend. On the way back to my car, I passed the chief fish guy who owns the fish store. "Hey, dude!" I said to him.
"Katy! I'm so glad I saw you. I need some work done this afternoon. Do you have a half hour?"
I told him no, that I was on my way somewhere. That somewhere happened to be back home to watch The Wire with my friend Paul, but plans are plans. Anyway, he begged me to come to the office and take a look at the project and reconsider, as he was really in a bind. I followed him in and he emerged holding a seamonster costume. A seamonster costume. I just needed to type it again.
He said, "I need you to put this on and walk around for a half hour. I'll give you $25."
I just stared at the green thing, with fins for hands and long scraggly bits of moss (barnacles?) and wanted to punch him in the face. I was so insulted. Possibly more insulted than I've ever been in my life. In the background, a little old lady screamed at the top of her lungs, seeking truffle butter while someone else haggled over the price of cod. And he kept waving the wooly costume at me like a prize. I said, "Sorry. I have to go. I have plans." And I left.
When I told Corey, he said, "But isn't that your lifelong dream? How could you tell him no?" Is this what I have to look forward to? Will my freelance career go sour and I'll have to wear animal costumes to hand out discount flyers for a fish store?