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Holy cow. It's fabulous to be home. We had to go to Florida to get fabulous boy's car. Well, my boss found this out and decided that we should go to West Palm beach to drop off a car for him while we were down there. Fantastic detour right? F*** no. West Palm was like 4 hours south of where we were actually supposed to be. The boss gave us gas money, but no enough. We go to drop this car off, and fabulous boy's car starts acting up (it had been hit pretty hard by a police car in the whole stolen car fiasco). So we end up stuck in West Palm. My boss says we should run fab boy's car thruogh the auction in Orlando. WTF? This car is worth A LOT and it's only got like 27,000 miles on it!!, hell no we aren't running it through the auction (never mind the fact that it's 4 and a half hours north of where we're stuck)!! So, I tell him we'll figure it out, and let him know. 12 hours later my cousin and my parents are blowing my phone out freaking out, because my boss called everyone and told them that he didn't know where we were??? WHAT? Christ we're stuck in West Palm, he knew this. So, everyone's flipping out. UGH. We never and I do mean NEVER should have dont that favor for him, it only ended up costing us money. Extra gas, extra days there, extra hotels, a lot of money. So, I get home this morning and call my parents and my dad flips. Well my voicemail on the cell was full. Freaking out that he didn't know where we were (once again here EVERYONE KNEW WHERE WE WERE). The fact that my parents only call when something major happens is a whole different issue. Anyways, 36 hours in the car is a KILLER, and everyone's a mess. I'm over it. Whatever.
We were going to buy this house from the boss, hello this house had water running out of the light in the ceiling, uummm we found a fabulous new house. Definately not the one from my boss that would have just been a huge mess.
So, here's the kicker....
I have a decent job right. But, I don't really make piles of money or anything. And I put up with alot at the office. And my beloved boss is kind of a slum lord, and he's your typical used car dealer right. So, do the math on that one, there's some shadyness in my office sometimes. Well this promotion I got offered, is going to come with a raise (which oddly enough hasn't really been discussed yet) but it won't be a fantastic raise he'll pay me the minimum to do the max amount of work, this is just how he rolls. And I know this. And with some of the things that go down in my office, well if anyone were to look to hard, there's a chance that I could get into some trouble, not good at all. Well fabulous boy offered me a job. A job paying 3 times what I make right now. A job where I'll never have to worry about getting into any kind of trouble. The answer is probably staring me in the face, but I'll ask anyway... What's a girl to do??
HELP!
It's great to finally be home ladies!!
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