And This Has What To Do With Art?

The day started favorably.  I got into the studio, taped out a clean ground plan onto the drafting table, taped down a piece of tracing paper, and started the beginnings of a doodle.  Then the Production Manager dropped by with a contract for me to sign.

I read the contract, cause you know, I do that.

I then spent the next three hours rewriting and adding language to said contract, turning it from a page and a half document into one over seven pages long.  Cause you know, I do that.

Why does anyone really think I would sign a document that says you can fire me at any time without cause, but the only way I can get out of the contract is for you to fail to pay me?  On opening night.  On the date the contract ends anyway.

Why does anyone think I would sign a document that says I can't sue you if through your own negligence, you drop something heavy on me?

I really need a manager!