I’m disappointed nobody is impressed I have a pet boar.
Sigh...
Never use a cymbal to play tennis, it makes a terrible racket.
As it should be. If I had that job I would have "I'm sorry for even typing this sentence, but..." to preface every single revision request. And then I would privately approach every producer/director and personally apologize that I chose this job. But I was forced into it because of choices I made in my education. Further, I am filled with regret for having made those choices, but I'm in this unhappy rut of a career and feel powerless to escape.
What sort of monster starts grocery shopping in dairy?