My Crazy Coworker and Her Lies
On the day my internship officially turned into a full-time job, I used the black card my dad gave me to buy a bicycle.
The moment Karen Kosner—the office's self-appointed queen of frugality—found out, her face went dark.
"Two hundred thousand on a crappy bike? You're not afraid karma's gonna strike you dead for throwing money away like that?"
The veins in her forehead bulged, her expression twisted with rage.
"What's the point of this useless thing? You can't eat it. A bus pass would've made way more sense. My brother's out there busting his hump for every hard-earned dollar, and you're spending like water. Keep this up, you'll make him jump off a roof."
My face dropped. I rubbed the sore spot on my forehead where she'd jabbed me.
"Are you out of your mind? I'm spending my own family's money. What the hell does that have to do with your brother or your family?"
Karen kept muttering under her breath, but I wasn't about to stand there listening to her crap. I turned and went to get some water.
When I came back, the black card in my bag was gone.
She leaned toward me, still playing the part of the vicious future sister-in-law.
"Who knows which random guy gave you that card. Trashy. I threw it away, so get real and live right with my brother.
"From now on, every penny you spend has to go through me. You buy something only if I say yes. I need to break you of this reckless spending habit."
My temples throbbed with anger.
Fine. So she thought she was some kind of financial genius, did she?
We'd settle this nice and slow—once she lost her job and got blacklisted by the entire industry.