Sally and her Mr Big
It was 11PM. Tuesday night. I was chatting with Inevitable in MSN and was busy typing out a post for today. Then my mobile phone rang. It was Sally.
"Hey sweetie, my company has counter-offered me. I'm on cloud nine now." She couldn't hide her excitement and happiness.
Don't play-play. This woman is really the SUPER. She met a Senior Manager in one of those professional conferences where you exchange your name card with strangers forwild sex 'networking'. And this Senior Manager, let's call him Mr Big, falls head over heels in love with Sally eventhough he knows that she has a bf already.
So after being bombarded with waves and waves of romanticism from Mr Big, faint-hearted Sally could no longer resist his charm and persistency. She dumped her beau and eloped with Mr Big. So romantic can die aitelyu.
And then it gets more and more Sexcited. Mr Big wants to see Sally day in day out. He offers her a job in his department. Directly under him + 50% increment of her current pay.
Imagine the thrill of being found out by your colleagues that you are fucking THE BOSS in the boardroom. LOL. She couldn't resist 'the temptation' eventhough her conscience beckons her not to. And this is where I come into the picture. *wink wink*
Sally has been harassing me for the last few weeks for advice on her dilemma. To take the money and 'runaway' with her man or to stay put at her current job.
The following conversation took place a few weeks back.
I told her, "If you really like the man. Don't farking work under him. Your role of being his gf and colleague will become blur and controversial. He will take your 'being there' for granted. The gossips can kill you. And letting your 'lover' sees your stressed-out face at work is a definite no-no."
"I cannot say 'No' to the money." She whimpered.
"You have 2 maids + 1 driver at home. Bitch. Don't tell me you have money problem." I retorted.
"Well, I cannot say 'No' to Prada shoes, LV bags and my beauty sessions with Marie France." She said cheekily.
I almost fainted and died-ed from over-vomiting of blood and phlegm. I was really sick at that time.
And last night, she called me up again to tell me that she has been counter-offered by her current company to work in another department with an almost 50% increment in pay also. She's overjoyed and couldn't resist the urge to announce her 'success' to me on the same night. Real biaaatch that one!
Well, I am happy for her eventhough her pay is making my eyes turn green. RM6K+ per month darling and she is my age. MY AGE!!! Gaaaahhhh... I am going to sit right here and wait for her lobster meal shout-out in JW Marriot soon.
I have to admit that she is quite lucky in a way that her current company is willing to counter-offer her. I really cannot imagine myself working directly under my lover/boss, taking instructions from him everyday and then go out for movies/pak-tor/dinner with him during the weekends. The thought of it can send a chill down my spine. Eeeeeww. AND holding your boss's hand like lovers do? Yucketty Yuck Yuck. No fucking way.
Our telephone conversation lasted for almost 3 hours and it ended around 2AM in the morning. 3 hours of telephone porridge with burnt smell, shweet eh? Don't you wanna know what we had chatted about? Don't ya? *wink wink*
Well, I think I'll tell you about it sometime next week. No No No. I mean I'll tell you when I feel like it. *Ngek Ngek Ngek*
Till then, it is midweek already, may you have a nice Wednesday! :) Ta.
"Hey sweetie, my company has counter-offered me. I'm on cloud nine now." She couldn't hide her excitement and happiness.
Don't play-play. This woman is really the SUPER. She met a Senior Manager in one of those professional conferences where you exchange your name card with strangers for
So after being bombarded with waves and waves of romanticism from Mr Big, faint-hearted Sally could no longer resist his charm and persistency. She dumped her beau and eloped with Mr Big. So romantic can die aitelyu.
And then it gets more and more Sexcited. Mr Big wants to see Sally day in day out. He offers her a job in his department. Directly under him + 50% increment of her current pay.
Imagine the thrill of being found out by your colleagues that you are fucking THE BOSS in the boardroom. LOL. She couldn't resist 'the temptation' eventhough her conscience beckons her not to. And this is where I come into the picture. *wink wink*
Sally has been harassing me for the last few weeks for advice on her dilemma. To take the money and 'runaway' with her man or to stay put at her current job.
The following conversation took place a few weeks back.
I told her, "If you really like the man. Don't farking work under him. Your role of being his gf and colleague will become blur and controversial. He will take your 'being there' for granted. The gossips can kill you. And letting your 'lover' sees your stressed-out face at work is a definite no-no."
"I cannot say 'No' to the money." She whimpered.
"You have 2 maids + 1 driver at home. Bitch. Don't tell me you have money problem." I retorted.
"Well, I cannot say 'No' to Prada shoes, LV bags and my beauty sessions with Marie France." She said cheekily.
I almost fainted and died-ed from over-vomiting of blood and phlegm. I was really sick at that time.
And last night, she called me up again to tell me that she has been counter-offered by her current company to work in another department with an almost 50% increment in pay also. She's overjoyed and couldn't resist the urge to announce her 'success' to me on the same night. Real biaaatch that one!
Well, I am happy for her eventhough her pay is making my eyes turn green. RM6K+ per month darling and she is my age. MY AGE!!! Gaaaahhhh... I am going to sit right here and wait for her lobster meal shout-out in JW Marriot soon.
I have to admit that she is quite lucky in a way that her current company is willing to counter-offer her. I really cannot imagine myself working directly under my lover/boss, taking instructions from him everyday and then go out for movies/pak-tor/dinner with him during the weekends. The thought of it can send a chill down my spine. Eeeeeww. AND holding your boss's hand like lovers do? Yucketty Yuck Yuck. No fucking way.
Our telephone conversation lasted for almost 3 hours and it ended around 2AM in the morning. 3 hours of telephone porridge with burnt smell, shweet eh? Don't you wanna know what we had chatted about? Don't ya? *wink wink*
Well, I think I'll tell you about it sometime next week. No No No. I mean I'll tell you when I feel like it. *Ngek Ngek Ngek*
Till then, it is midweek already, may you have a nice Wednesday! :) Ta.
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