venting

Small town b.s. My boss's birthday was the end of January, my neighbor and good acquaintance Linda and my boss are friends. Linda asked me if I would do a screen print of Van Morrison for Liz (boss). Sure, sounds good. Linda expected me to design it, I said no it's your gift, you find an image and we'll posterize it for a one off screen print. She found an image, I touched it up. She bought a sweatshirt, I printed it. The sweatshirt was too small for Liz. That was my fault apparently because I said "I think a medium is big enough". After finding out it was too small, Linda called me and said "I know Liz better, that sweatshirt was too small" Or something along those lines. Liz then bought herself a new sweatshirt...asked me if it needed to be washed first, I said no you can just give it to me an I'll print it. She said (something like) no, I'll get it to you on my own time after I wash it. Well.... a month later I have taken the stencil off the screen and Liz (prompted by Linda) brings the shirt to my house. I

I feel like shit because I didn't reserve one of my 2 screens with Linda's stencil on it... I told Liz it would be a while because I need to re do the screen...Liz said oh no, that's ok. sigh. I SAID I'd re do it, dammit. Even though I don't want to... Linda only bought the first shirt and found the image, it's her fucking gift to Liz and I feel bad because I got tired of waiting for the replacement sweatshirt and wanted to use my screen. AGH.