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All I've ever met in my travels were horrible.
One-this woman came to pick out the colors for the apartment. She picks beautiful colors from the Benjamin Moore line up. Everything is in a grey tone, and works across all the rooms.
I go to the paint store and get it mixed, and the lady is like, "you are doing the same apartment again?"
I ask, "wtf?"
and she says that she had just mixed these colors a few weeks ago. They were all on file.
So I start to laugh, and I *think* this woman just goes all over town pimping the same "barnboard" and grey to all her customers.
And they paid her something like $900. I'm like, fuck. I'm only getting paid $1600 to paint the thing.
Two-another client hires an interior designer. I'm sitting there listening to them and she hasn't suggested a damn thing. The client says, "I want to get rid of this and this and do this blah blah blah."
I'm the one thats saying, You can't there's plumbing, and you can't there's electrical here. So this interior designer was getting paid to do what? I'm not really sure.
I will say though, this designer was at least hot, but between my client that didn't know how stuff worked, the designer wasn't much better.
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