I Have To Speak About This

One of my housemates, her name is Fanny. 25 years old and has a daughter
that's 5 years old but she doesn't live with her. She isn't even in this
country, she's with her Grandmother in the Dominican Republic.

Fanny says she wants a better paying job,a job with more hours. So I
told her, asked her did she have a resume. She didn't. So, I went along
with helping her put one together. First off, I have no time for people
who don't want to help themselves. I should have quit while was ahead,
but since I said I would help her, I did. For one, I don't know how she
made it this far along in her life, or its just me. Getting the
information from her to start her resume was like pulling teeth.

After I had it all together, then she asked me could I help her with
finding a job. She told me she wanted to apply to one of theses home
improvement super stores, which had to be done online. That meant
setting up an account. Then, you have to take an assessment test, all
this I did for her without her knowing about it. The store emailed her,
they wanted her to call a number and speak with a rep.

She came into my room and made the call from.her cell phone. Straight
boff from the start, she was pissing me off. She was on the phone for an
hour, which really, should have been 15, 20 minutes tops. After her
call, I explained something to her. I told her she has to speak up, stop
acting like you're the shy type of person cause that shit doesn't cut
it out there in the workforce.

Thanks to me, she is now working at this store. She didn't so anything
but answered a a few questions on the phone. The hardest part was me
doing everything online FOR her. I told her she either owes me a lap
dance or a decent 20 minute fuck, she choose one. Hey, my services
aren't free.
--michaelchappell