When I woke up on Monday morning, I had a text from Brady that said, “Have a great day.”

It was from 4:35 AM and I couldn’t tell if Brady was 1. up early for work, 2. up late because he couldn’t sleep or 3. randomly woke up and decided to text me. I wasn’t sure how to feel though. After not talking all day on Sunday, that’s all he had to say?

I waited until I got to work to text back and asked if he wanted to meet for dinner. He replied yes and I told him the name of the restaurant I wanted to go to.

I got a text from Kate a little while later that said, “I’m heading into a meeting. What are your salary requirements? I think you got it.”

I always told myself that I wouldn’t leave my current job unless I was getting at least a ten or fifteen percent raise. It seems like a lot, but I love my job. I’m not going to take some other job for a few extra dollars a month. Plus maybe if my salary request is too high, they won’t offer me the job and I won’t even have to worry about it. I quickly texted Kate my number and she said, “That’s exactly within our range. I’ll let you know.”

I didn’t hear from Kate for the rest of the day and worked up until it was time for dinner with Brady. I planned on going in there and demanding answers about Saturday night and why he didn’t stand up to Paul. I waltzed into the restaurant with determination and found Brady standing near the door. He looked so adorable in his glasses and his little checkered shirt. I couldn’t possibly be mean to him.

“Hi,” I said. 

Brady smiled and said, “Hey. There’s a wait.”

I grabbed his hand because I couldn’t help myself. He’s just so cute. After we were seated and ordered, we talked about our respective days for a little while. Then when I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I said, “I’m not going to lie, I’m still a little irritated about Saturday night.”

Brady looked confused. “Saturday night?”

“Uh yeah,” I said. “When you were supposed to meet us at the bar and you went home…”

“Oh. Yeah,” Brady said, nodding.

“I mean, I know I’m not your mother, but it would have been nice if you would have let me know you were going home. I had no idea if you were even okay.”

Brady was looking down at the table, avoiding eye contact and just said, “Yeah.”

I wanted to reach across the table and strangle him.

“Is that reasonable?” I asked through clenched teeth. “I obviously don’t need to know your every move, but letting me know that you were going home would be the courteous thing to do.”

“That’s reasonable. I dropped the ball-” Brady started.

“And I just thought after you saw my reaction when you left your phone at the bar, you would’ve learned…” 

Brady’s neck started turning red and I suddenly felt like I was lecturing him and decided to steer the conversation toward a lighter subject: Brady’s birthday. It’s on Christmas Eve which is so inconvenient. I bet growing up it sucked having a birthday so close to Christmas. Do you get double gifts? Brady said he never really minded. He said he would probably go home to Massachusetts for the holidays although he hasn’t made any official plans yet. And he told me that last year for the holidays he didn’t even go home to see his family, he went to like Brazil or something. Which is really weird. Maybe if he isn’t too enthused about going to see his parents, he can come to Texas with me?

On Tuesday, Preston called me after work and invited himself over. He stormed into my apartment wearing a black ensemble and Chelsea boots and ripped his sunglasses off his face (it was dark out).

“I have so fucking much to tell you,” he said dramatically.

“Spill,” I automatically said.

“I don’t want to tell this story a million times. Call the girls, will you?” Preston was pacing around my living room and kitchen, clearly on edge.

I rolled my eyes, but still texted Kendra and Carly to see if they could stop by. Carly was out in the suburbs, but Kendra said she would be over in half an hour. While we waited for Kendra, Preston kept mumbling stuff like, “I should’ve known,” and “He won’t get away with this.” I didn’t even bother trying to get anything out of him.

Before Kendra could even get her coat off, Preston said, “My voice of reason. I’ve never been so happy to see you,” and hugged her tight.

Kendra gave me a weird look as she hugged him back. “What’s going on?”

Preston sat down on the couch and chewed on his nails a little bit. “I don’t even know where to begin. Dillon has been texting Mr. Murphy.”

“And?” Kendra asked.

“And Dillon told Murph that I asked him to have sex with me. Basically blaming the whole thing on me.”

“But you guys have already had sex…” I said.

“I know!” Preston said, already out of breath. “But Dillon didn’t want Murph to know that…because they had sex on Thanksgiving.”

“Wait. What?”

“I know!” Preston exclaimed. “Mr. Murphy confronted me about seeing Dillon behind his back so I confronted Dillon about talking to my boyfriend. Dillon told me everything. He said that he and Mr. Murphy have been secretly texting for weeks, but they just now had sex.”

“So Mr. Murphy has no idea that you and Dillon have been sleeping together?” 

“No. He thinks Dillon and I are just friends. Well, thought. And now he thinks I tried to cheat on him with Dillon, but he beat me to it.”

We were all silent as we let this all sink in. I could barely keep up.

“Honestly Preston,” Kendra said after a moment “Serves you right.”

Preston gasped. “Kendra!”

“What? You tried to play both of them and you got played yourself. You got exactly what you deserve.”

“And get this,” Preston said, completely ignoring her. “All that shit Dillon told us, about how his house burned down and everything, it’s all a fucking lie. His parents are rich and are putting him through school and paying for his $1,700 a month apartment. He was never homeless or in any movies.”

I started laughing uncontrollably. Who lies about that kind of stuff? That’s serious psychological/personality issues.

I didn’t hear from Kate again until Wednesday afternoon. She sent me a text around 3:00 PM that said, “Check your email :-)”

And I found an official offer letter with the job description, the benefits, and of course the salary, which was $15,000 more than I asked for. I blinked a few times. I quickly texted Kate back to make sure I was seeing it correctly.

She replied, “Andrew put your offer together. He must really want you on board.”

Remember how I said I could see myself convincing him to give me extra vacation days? I can already see him getting wrapped around my finger.

Then reality set in. The offer is significantly more than I’m making now. So I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. I waited two hours to text Kate back, “Can I have some time to think?”

She said yes and I told her that I would have an answer by Friday. Then I worked my ass off until it was time to go meet Brady for drinks. I couldn’t wait to get his thoughts. I quickly changed into leggings and Rag & Bone boots then waited for him to pick me up. 

Just so you know, Brady is the one who immediately started ordering tequila. It was supposed to be a lowkey night. I told him about the job offer and asked what he thought i should do.

“What’s stopping you from taking it?” Brady asked.

“Well, I like my job. I think it’s risky to just go for another job when I’m completely comfortable and happy with my current job,” I said.

“Okay, that’s easy. Then why are you considering leaving?”

“Because.” I took a long sip of my drink. “They’re going to pay me a lot more. Plus I’ll get to travel and everyone in the company is young and fun.”

“You realize you aren’t going to be traveling for leisure? You’ll be working and you most likely won’t have time to enjoy your trips,” Brady pointed out.

I gave him a look.

“I’m just throwing that out there. I know people who have to travel for work often and it’s actually sometimes more of a hassle than anything.”

“Yeah. But I also just have a good feeling about this company. Everyone I’ve met so far has given me good vibes. Except that one bitchy interviewer…”

He asked me more questions and I realized that I was trying to defend this new position. Every time he would point out a negative, I would explain why I didn’t care or mind or why it doesn’t matter. Maybe that means I want to take it?

After a few hours and too many drinks, we left. We were both pretty drunk, but Brady insisted he could drive. Thank God we made it to his place in one piece (after a pit stop at McDonald’s) and we sat on the kitchen counter eating our McNuggets.

I was sipping on my (disgusting) strawberry milkshake when Brady hopped off the counter. He turned to face me and pulled me to the edge so I was straddling him.

“Want some of my shake?” I asked sweetly.

He didn’t answer my question, but instead reached into the waistband of my leggings and pulled them off in one motion.

“What are you doing?” I asked, giggling

“I want some of you,” he mumbled and then he started eating me out right there on the kitchen counter. I feel like we’ve christened his entire duplex. I wonder if poor Chris knows.

Anyways, today is Friday and I have get back to Kate with an answer. I plan on ambushing Diana after our staff meeting at 3:00 PM. I still don’t even know what I want to do. Help!!!!!!!!!


23 thoughts on “help!!!!!

  1. Wow I had to reread the part about Preston, Dillon, and Mr. Murphy several times to make sure I was following!! Lol… Who knew it could be so complicated? I agree with Kendra, Preston got what was coming to him.

    I travel for work and it can be hard at times. Brady is right, most of the time you don’t have any extra time to explore the different places you go because you’re too busy working. Never mind constantly feeling like you are living out of a suit case and don’t forget how uncooperative your means of travel can be… Delays, cancellations, etc. But at the same time some people really love this lifestyle. I hope at the end of the day you make the decision that is right for you.. And only you can answer that. Looking forward to hearing what decision you make. 🙂

  2. D says:

    Wow… Dillon, Mr. Murphy and Preston….. It’s literally it’s own little soap opera… Can’t help but agree with Kendra on this one.
    Also, Congrats! That job sounds amazing. To me, it sounds like you want it, it’s just a big change so it’s a litle scary. I look forward to hearing your decision.
    Also, you and Brady are hilarious/adorable.

  3. I know this sounds cheesy, but sometimes you literally have to sit down and make a pros/cons list when making decisions about your job. It’s not an easy decision to make by any stretch, but sometimes physically seeing a list of items in front of you helps the process. Good luck.. your gut will help you make the right choice.

    I still don’t like that you didn’t get a real answer from Brady about Saturday. Why was his neck turning red when you were talking about it? Was he embarrassed? Was he lying? So many of your stories remind me of my life, and I always end up being way too paranoid for my own good 🙂

  4. Sarah says:

    Holy shit…Preston had it coming.
    But for the job, don’t you think you should have had a little more serious of a talk with brady about that if you are going to be away and traveling a lot, seems like it would change the dynamics of your relationship. But if you don’t think he factors into the decision, then I say go for it and go on a shopping spree since your future has lots more $$$

  5. jenny says:

    I know you had to give an answer yesterday for the job, and I hope you said yes. Youre 24 and young, not yet, planning to settle down with a family, I don’t see why not open a new chapter in your life. Yeah it could be disappointing but that is the time to take a daring step and not be stuck at a job for the rest of your life, like some of my co workers who has been working for the company for 30 years, and I just keep thinking how did they never want to take on a new challenge… Hopefully you made the right choice for you!

  6. M says:

    Changing jobs is scary, and the travel aspect is not for everyone, but this is the perfect time in your life for that! You won’t always be able to do that, so I think it’d be fun for a while 🙂

  7. Joyce says:

    Take the new job!! It’ll be a change but if this position is a step up and even pays you more… I don’t see why you should stay at your current job plus you’ve already been defending the new job from Brady’s questions. You’re young, take the chances! ^3^

  8. Cat says:

    When I first started reading, I wasn’t 100% your biggest fan. Over the past month or so, I have totally fallen in love with this blog/you. You are utterly hilarious, real, and an incredible friend. You are also obviously super smart. Personally, I think you should take this job but I think you should also consider how both jobs will fit into your overall career aspirations. Good luck, girl. I wish you would move to NYC so we could be pals!

  9. vsh says:

    In terms of the job, I think you should go for it, it will be a challenge which is always a good thing and I think when you are in your twenties the higher you can get your salary the better so that you are building. One thing that really bothered me about this post is that once again there was drinking and driving. I am all for being carefree and going out for tequila on a work night and being impulsive (I miss my twenties for that!) but why on earth wouldn’t you and Brady get a cab? Is this kind of behavior normal to everybody? I don’t get it.

    • thank you for your comment! i agree that we should not be drinking and driving. i think drinking and driving is one of the most stupid and irresponsible things a person can. i think the problem is after we’re past the point of being drunk, we lose that logical thinking and don’t realize what a mistake we are making. we also suck at thinking ahead and making arrangements ahead of time. these are not excuses, but reasons why it always seems to happen (and shouldn’t).

      • vsh says:

        I lose all judgement when I am drinking, that’s why I always find it better to make the decisions before I start drinking. If you know you are going out for drinks (even if you think it is only going to be 1 or 2…which it never is…) just leave the car at home. The worst that can happen is you don’t end up having much and have to pay for a cab home. Whereas the worst that can happen if you drive drunk is so very bad… It took me 5 years to change my husband’s habits when I met him, he grew up in suburbia and it was normal for him and his friends to drive after drinking, having grown up downtown where I live we just always had access to cabs and no one ever drove. It just isn’t worth it. Can’t wait to hear what you decide about the job and I don’t think Brady is shady (ha ha that rhymes) I just think he isn’t used to communicating! I think he is one of the good one.s

      • thank you! you’re absolutely right. both of us need to be more responsible and plan ahead. its kind of crazy how bad he is at communicating isn’t it? i’ve never met a guy like that.

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