Police came by tonight.
Caused a bit of a frenzy. My dad is in Georgia but after I told him what they bought with them… He, very understandably, became super worried.
I am so lucky that my lawyer’s awesome and takes my calls at all hours of the evening.
I’m also pretty annoyed because my dad pays people do so super easy jobs and they can’t even do the super easy jobs without failing.
Example: Gosia spent the entire day looking for cars to transport for Andy and my dad. Andy is in Arizona and was missing two cars. My dad was in Georgia and was missing five. She booked ONE CAR the ENTIRE day. And we paid her $160.00 for her day today!
I came home at 3:30pm (after doing so much crap that I don’t even feel like relisting it) and worked for three hours. Guess how much cars I booked. GUESS. Fucking five! Five cars. In three hours.
That isn’t an achievement or anything. It’s still damn low in my eyes but the trouble is that the car shipments from those two areas are really low this week and Gosia was claiming that there was nothing, all day, to my dad. False. All she had to do was actually look at what was in front of her. That’s all. That is the magic. That’s what I did. I just looked to see what was in front of me and booked 5 cars. I didn’t pull any strings. I didn’t call any contacts that she didn’t know about. I just did the job the way I trained her to do it. I got Andy out of Arizona and, because of me, he doesn’t have to wait there over the weekend (you can never book cars on Saturdays and Sundays).
I called my dad and told him that I booked Andy and that I grabbed three additional cars for him. He was lost for words. How can someone sit all day in front of the computer and not see what I saw? Gosia goes home for the weekend, without a care in the world, and leaves me, Andy, and my dad fucked. I mean come ON.
I just finished reorganizing an entire hallway closet, washed all the dishes by hand, and did a load of laundry.
Time to go make tea and read and work on secret project.