Carlos is my boss's catch-all guy. He runs errands all over town and steals drinks from our fridge every now and again. Last week I got in trouble for building a bookshelf (I hate IKEA) that Carlos was supposed to build for me. He didn't come, so I took matters into my own hands. Wearing heels. And let me just say, I am pretty legit with a hammer. AND, I built the bookcase in half the time it took Carlos and his lackey to put the doors on it...which are slightly crooked. Still.
Today, after getting reamed in an "emergency" staff meeting (meaning, they called it last minute to tell me how much I suck), I learned that Carlos, among his other skills, cannot tell the difference between the tutoring centers that Keith owns.
Prep One, the elementary center, is "The one with Lisa Teacher."
Prep Two, middle school, is "The one with Ashanti."
Prep Center, the high school center where I'm the director... "The one with the blond girl."
Today, I don't even have a name.
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You should dye your hair and really throw him off. That would teach him! :)
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