How does this work again?

Sometimes..... Don't ya wish you could redirect a train into someone's head?

I know I do.

So, there I was, mindin my OWN damned bidness, and wookie boy comes downstairs to tell me;

"uhhh.. There's a laptop down there (points to floor behind my chair). This guy at work wants it cleaned up, tuned up, make sure all the, ya know, extensions work for all the programs, clean all the crap off of it and make sure all the software, ya know, works. He said he'll pay you $30."

W...

T...

F...

???

First of all, I'M the only one that brings home work for me to do.
Secondly, I'M the only one that decides how much I'll charge for said work.

Screw that crap.......