Some of the worst people to work with are the ones who deliver their requests with a “Do not disappoint me” tone, even though you’ve rarely, if ever, disappointed them before. They seem less interested in generating good work and more in love with the idea of their own limited power. They provide little to no useful feedback; offer no real assistance; and are inevitably displeased, even when the work is successful. Because dammit, we can’t live in the past/sit on our laurels/etc.
Just once, I’d like to see a person like this on their deathbed, and hear what they have to say about their life of constant unreasonable demands. Most likely, like Oscar Wilde, they’d just bitch about the wallpaper, except they’d mean it. What’s more, they’d expect to see it all rehung by the time they get back from death.
