For the entire week, I felt like I had become more cautious than I was when I went in trying to hide my true identity from my own boss.
Who knew saying all that s**t to my boss and flat out rejecting him would make me feel like my job was on the line and I was some kind of criminal on the loose in danger of being taken back to prison, or in this case, the prison of my debts that will be left unpaid if I lose this job?
Funnily enough, actually, I did know that would happen if I opened my big fat mouth, but I still did it, anyway, and now I was reaping what I sowed.
“Did you see we got that new coffee machine that comes with extra syrups?” Daisy commented as I walked into the pantry.
“The Rancilio Classe 20?!” I almost squealed at the news.
I kept seeing it in a commercial and for
