She got Ailz to fix her computer (it took hours and hours). She got Ailz to type up her dissertation- it turned out to need editing and rewriting as well.
And when she talks, she talks about herself and herself and herself. Justifying herself, praising herself. We're good listeners, but this tape is on a loop...
I feel a deep sense of anger and betrayal.
Then she rings to request (actually more like demand) that we place bids on eBay for her. I tell her Ailz is feeling really rough. She goes on pestering.
In the morning her teenage son rings and pesters some more. Bid on these shoes for me. Up to £20.
And whose pocket is that £20 coming out of? When will it be repaid?
We've had it. That's enough. We tell her supervisor to pull her off our case.
She rings but I'm not answering the phone. If I did I would shout.