Sunday, nightfall. It’s been a strange week, and the festival the week before took all the weirdos and freaks out of circulation for a fair amount of time, which made my life easier. because, of course, I was one of those weirdos and freaks.
It’s not as if I can expect that sultry woman with available cash and a questionable task. I am, after all, an Architect.
But I do have a large bottle of brown goods to keep me company, and a bit of work to keep me occupied.
And I have a large outstanding bill, enough to buy me a new Lexus, from a formerly good client. So, I will be debating the need to send large, unreasonable people to his place for resolution. Or opting for more civilized solutions. Because, the large uncivilized person will be me, when I decide to no longer be polite (to be honest, the client is like 14 inches shorter than me).
Complicating this, as it always will, is that Client is also my Landlord. We have done bartering of my fees for rent for quite some time, and I am still WAY ahead. But as I have reported, he is upset with my performance on a prior project; and rather than going the proper route to tap my E&O insurance, he seems to be withholding my fees on other projects. Notably, the fees are for an unrelated project.
SINCE GODDAM FEBRUARY.
That, of course, is not how this works.
So, I either need to find a smoky hot Noir Babe to deliver my demands to him, a direct phone call, or filing liens on his office, home, Range Rover and perhaps one of his children.
This has required me to terminate my associate, so I am back to solo. Which is fine; I am better at this fucking crap that most people I know. What I am NOT good at is doing it in a larger more corporate environment.
So, it’s time to hit the Office Rum, re-watch a little Breaking Bad, and try to understand how to salvage a damaged professional relationship, or failing that, turn it into a giant flaming devastating holocaust.
Empire Of The Senseless 
It’s been years since I’ve had a job in which I had to chase clients for money. I actually took the part-time job which led to my current full-time job because I couldn’t wait months before getting paid.
Good luck. Is it time to find new digs and take the MFer to court?
He is a great client, and I have worked for him, his father, and his mother for many different projects. The difficulty is that given that history how do I put the pressure on to get some payments out of the current sitch?
Maybe if you an d me showed up on his door, wearing black ninja wear, and said either pay up or give me his Porsche…
Send a demand letter. If no response, it’s perfectly reasonable to make a phone call. “What’s up with my invoices? Do you need to work out a schedule? How can we get this resolved?”
If that doesn’t work, file the liens….
It says something for my state of mind that I initially read this as “send a demented letter” which I already did…