TheFemalePerspective
All Star
I received a phone call last night from a friend begging me to cover her for work. Currently, I'm a lazy student, but I work odd jobs here and there. My budget is tight but I'm doing fine, even though sometimes I cry. I have a roof over my head, hot food to eat, and people who love me. Thus, I'd never consider myself poor; poor is a state of mind if you ask me anyway. Psst, shyt I tell myself so I can sleep. Even though right now I'm busy with assignments, I reluctantly took the job since he was offering £110 for the day. I know some of you have a dirty mind, but it was a job that required my intellect. I just don't wish to share what I do for a living with the wolves. So, I get there nice and early on time, and do everything most of the stuff he wants me to do. I'm sure I did even more work than what my friend usually does. Yet when it's time to pay me, he begins to stutter, and he loses eye contact with me. I'm livid but I'm not showing it. I stare at him blankly like a murderous awaiting his response. He tells me that he's short on cash, and he'll pass the money to my friend when he sees her and not to worry. Really? I wanted to just uppercut him right there and then: I pictured myself serving him a hadoken and finishing him off mortal kombat style. But of course, I remained lady-like and just walked away. I sat and cried in my car for a while and then drove home.
Moral: Ask for cash first, then do the work.
Moral: Ask for cash first, then do the work.
