This morning I called My Client to see what was up for Tuesday’s cooking.
My Client wanted to talk.
My Client was getting the feeling that I just wasn’t as into the whole thing as I used to be. I told him that I just wasn’t feeling appreciated. He went away for a few weeks when I thought it was just going to be one. I wanted more of a commitment from him. He wanted to keep things the way they were.
I wanted to take the relationship to the next level. I wanted a contract, some kind of agreement, to protect my interests. My Client didn’t see any reason to get so entangled. Rather, he wanted to kind of go about his life, calling me up when he wanted some personal chef action.
“Wait a minute,” I stammered, unable to believe what I was hearing, “you want me to be, like, on call.”
I am so not that type of girl.
“You got to think whether this is what you want,” he said.
“You’re breaking up with me?” I said.
He just laughed. “No, you just have to think if this works for you. I can’t change for anyone.”
He was breaking up with me.
I told My Client (who was rapidly becoming My Former Client) how it wasn’t my fault he felt bloated from my cooking…he wasn’t supposed to eat an entire foccacia in one sitting! I told him that it was a little annoying when he questioned the hours I billed him for the Thanksgiving extravaganza, considering I made everything…EVERYTHING…from scratch. Pumpkin pie, bread crumbs, three kinds of sorbet, raspberry caramel sauce…EVERYTHING. I told him how aggravating it was that one week he declares eggplant his favorite vegetable only to tell me the next week that “it’s too much eggplant.”
“I didn’t know you were so sensitive,” he said.
I didn’t say anything.
And then that’s when he told me that if I wanted to keep cooking for him, if I wanted him to remain My Client, that I would need to cook something special every time.
“I don’t know what it is,” he said, “but I like things to be special.”
“But I am special,” I said, “everything I make for you is special.”
Silence came from his end.
“I just don’t think we’re compatible,” I said.
“Maybe you’re right,” He said.
“I’ll think about it. Let me talk to my husband. I’ll email you later today.” And that’s how we left it.
I don’t mind not working for My Former Client. Sure, no work, no pay, but I haven’t worked in a few weeks and he is planning to go to Italy for a couple of months starting in April. And did I mention that when we were on the phone he was talking about fasting. Fasting! No, I didn’t.
“For my health,” he said.
So now that I am officially broken up from My Client, I need to find myself another situation. In the meantime, how about a little Sabjimata Personal Chef nostalgia…as I cry myself to sleep even though intellectually I know just how bad he was for me.
I am special!