TIM (turning down the Def Leppard on my music stream): Yes! Yes?
ED: So we told the client we'd get a draft copy to him later this month ...
I have feared this call since he dropped the folder on my desk a month ago; the invention involves chirp modulation and microwave imaging, whatever that is. Science stuff. Rocket surgery.
I took it because I've worked with Ed before and he rocks. I've also written less technical applications for this client, so there's a familiarity with the context.
I also took this one because it involves laser beams, which, you gotta admit, are pretty kick-ass.
TIM: Yes, yeah.
ED: Well, how much work have you put in on it so far?
TIM: Me? Oh ... (scrambling to exhume the file from the stack on my desk) ... maybe an hour, two hours so far.
ED: Oh good. Hey, I appreciate you taking it, but I'm light, so would it be all right with you if I took it back?
Would it be all right?! I was planning on burning the budget just getting up to speed on the technology, let alone drafting the thing! Would it be all right?! Ed! Eddie. Let me buy you a pony.
TIM: Oh, well. Sure, I mean, I've enjoyed working with you on the other apps we've written for these guys. I've got the time, but I definitely have other projects to do.
All of which is true, I swear. I just feared it like the undead.
ED: Well, then it works out perfectly. Should I send someone up for the file?
DOOD. Let me deliver it to you on a silver platter. Let me supplicate myself and wash your feet. What color pony?
TIM: No, man, don't sweat it. I'll bring it to you.
ED: Thanks, Tim.
TIM: Haha, no sir, thank YOU.
LE HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF.