Eight months ago, I came closer to a real nervous breakdown than ever before.
It all started when my wife and I decided to add a deck to our house…
You know the rest. Cost overruns, missed deadlines, large men with humongous biceps outside the house drilling and cutting and sanding and swearing.
The experience gave me real perspective on life as a client. So, while the title of this post may sound whiny, or like I’m going to make fun of my clients, I’m not. This is a list of earnest questions from earnest people, why they make my soul weep, and the perspective from which they come:
