✍ I have a client who always wants my input — a quick call here, a tiny question there. When I remind them that I charge for that kind of work, they laugh and say, “But we’re friends now, right?” How did I get into this mess… and more importantly, out of it? – Overly Available

Dear Overly Available. You’re not friends. You’re furniture. Convenient, silent, always there when needed. Here’s what happened: you mistook friendliness for a friendship contract. They took it as “unlimited support.” Classic boundary burglary. To escape, stop hinting. Invoice. Kindly. “Happy to jump on a call, here’s the link to book and the rate.” Full stop. If they flinch, that’s valuable information: they weren’t a friend, they were a discount in disguise. You don’t owe anyone free consulting because they use emojis in emails. Professionalism first, pals later... and only if they pay on time.

AFTERNOON ANGST