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[QUOTE="xmikex:852040"]So I did this final project for my sound design course, it was a 4 minute narrative audio story, and we got a couple voice actors to read the script (and MikeofDecrepitude to do the voice of a sea monster, which came out fucking mint). We were short on time, so I'd basically take anybody who could make it on the night we wanted to record. One of the available few turned out to be this kid Michael who has been a pain in my ass for almost a week now. First, he neglected to tell us when he presented himself as a voice actor that he's Filipino or something, and has an accent and a lisp. Then he forgot his notebook at the place we were recording at, and I was nice enough to grab it for him. Then the phonecalls started. I was at work the next day when this kid called like 5 or 6 times. I was in the middle of something, and couldn't take the calls. At one point I looked at my phone, and saw I had 3 voicemails, and 4 text messages from this kid pleading with me to please contact him because his notebook meant a lot to him. That's fine, I respect that. People have sentimental attachments to things. I texted him back and told him his notebook was in good hands, and that I'd be glad to give it back to him. For the next few days he'd either call me while I was busy, or just as I was leaving Boston, and things just wouldn't work out for us to meet up so I could hand him this thing. Meanwhile I'm lugging this kid's binder around with me everywhere, 24 hours a day, and this kid will not stop texting me telling me how much this binder means to him. I was extremely busy trying to get this final project edited, and delivered and I didn't have a lot of time for taking phone calls, and meeting people over inanimate objects. I'm on the train this morning, and my phone vibrates. I look down at it: 6 new messages. The last one reads "I WANT MY NOTEBOOK TODAY OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE." I'm about 1 more text message away from lighting it on fire, and sending him a picture of it. [/QUOTE]
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