dean.
As the screen was spun to face him Dean blinked at the text. He found her blunt honesty strangely endearing, but still couldn’t quite believe that she’d thought insulting the guy paying her for the work was a good idea. There was no denying that it was kind of funny though, and he let out a small chuckled before speaking once more. “Look, the dude might be acting like a… turkey, and I completely agree with you, but maybe you should try being a little less honest.” He started with a shrug. Given how bleak his employment prospects were at present he probably wasn’t the best person to be doling out advice on how others should be doing their jobs, but since she’d asked. “It might be better to just swallow your pride and find a compromise on this… wireframe, or whatever the problem was. Or at least explain why you’re right without comparing him to poultry.”
there was a small part of maeby that could kind of see where dean was coming from. it was pretty widely accepted that one shouldn’t go around insulting the person giving you money like that. biting the hand that feeds you and all that. but it was a bigger part of her that found it difficult to resist the urge to just be honest. she just didn’t see the point skirting around anything when it was a lot easier to just speak her mind. “ i guess, ” she muttered eventually, brows knitting together as she flipped the laptop back around so she could stare intently at the screen. “ so—what’s a nice way to explain to him that i’m the professional in this situation and he isn’t, and i know how to design aesthetically appealing and user-oriented applications and he doesn’t, and he hired me because i know exactly what i’m doing and he doesn’t so he should just let me do my thing ?? ”