So, I got an email from Casino asking me to do her a favor. She is applying for a job and she wants my help in writing her cover letter. Included in the email was a link to the job posting. Can you believe this chick wants me to help her land a 75K (minimum) per year job? Are you effing kidding me? My ass spent all that time struggling to make ends meet because your ass up and leaves without notice and now you want me to help you land this job? WDDTA? (Where dey do dat at?)
When Casino left, she left in my ride. Yea, you read right. My car! I was hurt and confused, yet refused to report it stolen. Shut up! I ain't ask you! Two weeks after she was gone, I get a text from a friend asking me if I'm okay. I was like yea. He said he was checking because he just heard I was in an accident. No, I wasn't, but my car was. Long story short the car was totaled. Guess who got screwed because I wasn't driving (nor was she) and I didn't report it stolen. Ugh!
Now, I don't know in what universe after royally screwing someone does it make sense to then ask them to help you land a job. When I got the email, I laughed. Hard. I mean tears coming out my eyes. It never dawned on me to click the link. So, when I was talking to Secret last night we were going over the happenings of our day and I remembered the email. So, I read it to her. She asked 'what's the job?' Then, I click on the link and got kinda pissed.
In my relationship with Casino, I gave and she took. I did whatever I had to do to keep her happy. I guess after 4.5 years, she got used to the treatment. The first time I heard from her after she left was when she called to ask for money. She took full advantage of me. Anywho, Secret asked me 'why is she contacting you?' My first thought was 'I'm a really good girlfriend and smart as hell.'
My initial reaction was Casino finally recognizes my worth. She wants me to do this because she knows I can sell anything. Casino knows I have good writing skills. She finally sees me. Not my pockets, but me! She is recognizing that I have skills. She recognizes that I can be an asset. She wants me. No, no, no. She needs me! Ha! The tables have turned....
This truly
Makes. No. Sense.
My initial (and final) reaction was much different than yours. IMO, Casino asked you because you are a good writer AND she remembers the Foxy that said how high when she said jump. Basically, she asked you b/c she needed something and figured you'd piss all over yourself at the opportunity to please her highness again.
ReplyDeleteShe's got some fucking nerve and some big damn balls, all things considered. I don't usually refer to women this way, but I would've killed the bitch.
Since you didn't pop her in the eye socket then, there's no time like the present to tell her to kick rocks with socks on, just like you've planned.
@Foxy You can send Ms. Casino my way. I'll write that cover letter...and even guarantee an interview--for a small fee of course :) LMAO.
ReplyDelete@K I'ma use that. "Kick rocks with socks on." The socks actually help the foot connect with the rocks thereby causing more pain.
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ReplyDeleteOmg, Foxy, I have missed so much, but we are definitely have to be characters in the same book right now.
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