The Time I Stole A Car

In lieu of still being hurt and having nothing to say about basketball, here’s the story of how I finally got my own car:

First, a little background.  When I originally signed my contract I was under the impression that I would have my own car and my own apartment.  Apparently when a contract says “will make available an apartment and a car” it does not mean you will get your own apartment and your own car.  To the upper management, making available meant giving me an apartment and car to share, which is not the end of the world, but I have previously written plenty on why my specific roommate could potentially make this a living hell, which of course he did. Continue reading “The Time I Stole A Car”