I Kept The Receipts This Time
Language: en
My roommate claimed he didn't even have enough money left to buy groceries, begging me to pass along one of my private tutoring clients. Instead of handing over a contact, I simply forwarded a generic message into our department group chat: "Brett is looking for private tutoring gigs. If anyone has open slots or leads, please reach out to him." In my previous life, I had been the consummate nice guy. I gave him the eighth-grade student I’d spent an entire year mentoring. A week later, Brett burst into the conference room during my direct-track master’s fellowship interview, his clothes…