Our company is struggling due to the current market. Construction related fields are feast or famine and right now…
It’s famine.
Yesterday we were all notified that an investor would be coming to the office to (hopefully) help us out. Apparently the guy has significant capital and is capable of bailing us out if he chooses. Otherwise, we’re all on the bread lines.
I was talking to mom about it last night and she asked how I thought it would go.
‘Well, I plan on dressing as slutty as they come and ‘forgetting’ my wedding ring’ I said with a smile. ‘Maybe he’s single.’
‘Oh. Ok’ she said.
Excuse me mam. Have you seen my mother? She would have died 30 seconds ago.
Or maybe she brushed me off because she knows I lack significantly, or better yet, completely in the ‘slutty’ clothing department.
Bummer.
Since pops and I work for the same company, she’s obviously concerned about the welfare of the company and apparently…
Is willing to sell me.
Good thing we aren’t in biblical times. She would be three steps away from trading me for a donkey.
They’ve been in the meeting for three hours now and though they have the doors open, I can’t hear a danged word they are saying. I keep walking to the kitchen trying to ‘accidentally’ over-hear the conversation but then I actually have to get food from the kitchen and since I’m on the 8th trip, I’m getting very full.
Whelp, if you think of me and pops, say a prayer.
3 comments:
Well, technically in biblical times I think Chris already owns you, so mom would have to sell Mike or Paula since they are the only ones left....
Beks, Beks, Beks....
With the declining value of all mighty dollar...it would not be smart for your mom to sell you. She could however make you do odd jobs for free...i believe it is called slavery. Oh wait...that was when we were all kids and the odd jobs were chores. lol.
I'll keep my fingers crossed for you. It's tough out there.
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes................
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