“working”

So, being at the house of the woman I’m “working” for got me thinking of about a year and a couple of months ago. This woman’s husband ran for a political office last year and I did a website for him. They had us come one night to talk about what should go on it and get me some materials and such.

There was another guy there who was helping with something else, and because he “knows everything” he decided to hang around and look over my shoulder. At one point he was asking me how much bandwidth I had, since I’d be hosting the site on my reseller. The conversation went something like this:

Him: “So how much transfer are they going to have?”

It was inaudible and I didn’t understand what he said, so I said: “What?”

Bad choice of word, because he thought I didn’t know what he was talking about: “Transfer, you know, it’s the…” and he went into a speal of what bandwidth is before I could stop him.

When I finally convinced him I knew what bandwidth is, I said: “Oh I have 35 gigs, so there will be plenty, whatever they need.”

Him: “That’s not a lot.”

I’m thinking. Yes. It is. There’s no way this site’s going to go over 2 gigs, let alone 35 in a month. Me: “Gigs.”

Him: “Yes, I know, that’s not a lot.”

And he proceeds to try and explain to me why it’s not enough and how he could probably get such and such which is better blah blah blah.

Finally, I made him realize that I knew what I was talking about and he backed off. When he finally realized they were gigs and not megs, he just sort of said, “Ohhhh” and laughed and then backed off.

You know, I think that’s the first time I was ever treated like I couldn’t possibly know what I was talking about because, I figure it was either because I’m a woman or I’m young, or both! And Steve just sat there the whole time with this look on his face, because he didn’t know what we were talking about (otherwise he’d have jumped in and stood behind me). I was so glad to get out of there that day, though.

So anyway this woman I’m “working” for – why is it “working”? Because I feel like I’m not actually doing anything. All I did the other day was set up a desktop computer (they were moving it from one room to the next), and granted I had crawl around on the floor and try several different locations for the thing before finally mangling the back of her desk to get it to fit in there, and then I installed some software on her new laptop and got the free AOL dialup trial working (so she could at least get her virus checker updates). The DSL guy had yet to come. They pulled a “yeah, we’ll be there sometime between 8 and 5” thing on her and when they called around 2, they said, “oh we’re not coming today, we’re coming tomorrow.” Stupid People. So when I left, her wireless had yet to be setup correctly. Apparently the DSL people set it up wrong last time and now that they’re moving locations, it doesn’t work in all places it’s supposed to. Whatever, anyway. She paid me $10 an hour and I was there for about 4 hours. I have to go back sometime in the next week, before she goes to some conference on the 4th.

But I felt kinda bad accepting money from her – I feel like I was just doing a favor for a friend of the family. But she insists she pay me. So…