That One Time I Worked for Criminals

When I got home last night, Sean was busy watching the news with Izabella sprawled out all over him. You would think that has anything to do with the story but it does not. I gave them both hugs and kisses then sat on the recliner.

Few seconds later, Sean says very nonchalantly, “Oh look it’s your old bosses. They are going to prison for 30 years.”

And sure enough on the screen are my two ex-bosses. Guilty verdict found. All sorts of fancy things they were found guilty of including money laundering. It seems that they stole millions of dollars from trusting investors. Based on the news, things came to light in 2009 but it took a while for it to go to trial, etc.

Now let us back track a bit. I had graduated from college 11 months earlier. I know that it was 11 months earlier because I lasted at the job before this one for 8 months, and the one before that for 3 months.

I worked as a front desk supervisor at a hotel. I made great money but because I was a supervisor I never had weekends off. Or the holidays and I needed the holidays. I would get days off on Sundays only and if someone called out I was responsible for their shift. I was working all sorts of crazy shifts, at not so fun hours. And being a single gal, working late at night, with random strangers coming into the hotel it wasn’t exactly the safest. Although, I did have a bunch of basketball player hotel guests who would stay with me in the lobby during evening shifts to keep me company.

That 8 months was the longest 8 months of my life. I had lots of money in my bank account because I had no life. I did not do anything but work. I finally decided to look for a new job. A job that gave me the weekends off. I needed to hang out with my girlfriends and I had just started dating a new guy that I kinda liked named Sean. I didn’t care about a pay cut because I had loads of money saved at this point.

I put my resume up on Craigslist and within a week I got a call. I was offered a job as a receptionist making $21,000 a year. Huge pay cut but at that time I did not care. It was the easiest job of my life. I spent most of my time answering phones and myspacing Sean. (Oh how I wish I blogged then) I knew that I couldn’t work there for more than a year because my money was going to run out and I would get bored.

There were a few things that I found fishy about this company. Like the fact that my bosses were always out golfing, enjoying the life in their expensive cars, homes, fancy dinners and clothes. Yes, I understand some people live like this but I just didn’t understand how they had this company but were hardly ever working.

Once I walked in my boss’ office to find him watching porn. I don’t understand why he asked me to come in if he was watching porn. I understand some men watch porn but the problem was that it was a dark skinned black girl on the screen and from that day I felt like it was time for me to go. I told Sean and he was like, “Yup, time to go, your year is up.” And just like that I was gone.

And boy am I glad I did because to keep some of my past co-workers out of trouble, they had to testify against our ex-bosses. Granted I had no idea what was going on but how awkward would that have been?

So that’s my story of working for criminals. Not that exciting when I think about it. No guns, no mobsters, no murders.

But still, I probably have to take that company off of my resume now. How am I going to explain where a year of my life went?
Dumb criminals.