Working in retail for bosses with an understanding of how I interact with people (super nice until you give me reason not to be, then ... perhaps step aside) is great and all, but I censor myself even when I work for the most lenient of employers.
It is extremely gratifying then, when I'm doing my own artistic work, and someone asks me to do additional work for little to no additional money, and then gets snipy with me when I either politely or slightly sarcastically let them know I won't be doing what they want me to.
Guy On My Last Nerve: "Bruh, I get it, but the work is already done. Wouldn't you rather get paid part of the money instead of none at all."
Me: "Kiss my entire fat ass in a series of concentric spirals. And you better lick hard and fast because I'm going to record that shit, and if it doesn't look like a zoetrope when I play it back, you are starting over until you get it RIGHT."
Then they sent me the money I earned.