It’s 12:05am, and I’m still working on a damn website. I said I wasn’t going to work on the weekends starting in 2009. I said that.
I’m in the middle of a debate over the difference between a CMS, a Shopping Cart, and a simple link to process a payment (i.e., PayPal or something) to the boyfriend of a client. Yes, you read that right.
Never, and I mean never do work for friends of the family. Even though I’ve learned this lesson the hard way numerous times, I find myself here, yet again. At 12:08am.
Holy Jesus!
It’s 12:05am, and I’m still working on a damn website. I said I wasn’t going to work on the weekends starting in 2009. I said that.
I’m in the middle of a debate over the difference between a CMS, a Shopping Cart, and a simple link to process a payment (i.e., PayPal or something) to the boyfriend of a client. Yes, you read that right.
Never, and I mean never do work for friends of the family. Even though I’ve learned this lesson the hard way numerous times, I find myself here, yet again. At 12:08am.