Page 25 of Just So You Know, I Don't Work Friday

“No way,” Chelsea said. “You wouldn’t spring for Ed Sheeran tickets, but you’re going to spring for Beyoncé tickets, which are more expensive? I know because I checked.”

“Well, I can’t spring for Ed Sheeran tickets because I don’t have the money right now, but once I start getting paid, I’m going to have plenty of money because I won’t even be paying rent. And, if all goes well, then I will get us all tickets to see Beyoncé.”

“Oh yeah, and we can sing ‘All the Single Ladies,’” Polly said.

“I hope not to be single by that time,” Chelsea said.

“Oh, Chelsea.” We both laughed and shook our heads.

“So, are you going to hook up with your new boss?” Polly asked me.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“Well, you did say he was hot.”

“Yes, he’s very handsome, but like I said before, he’s the fifth richest man in the country. Why would he want to be hooking up with me?”

“Because you’re cute,” Chelsea said, “and you’re going to be parading around in little ole itty-bitty bikinis.”

“No, I’m not,” I said, laughing. “I’m not going to wear the bikini in front of him. I’m going to wait till he’s out of town, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Polly said, shaking her head.

“Okay, so what are we going to do about all these clothes? How big is your closet at that house? Because you got a lot of stuff here.”

“I know. I figured I’d take some shorts, a couple of jeans, a lot of T-shirts and underwear, and then I take the rest to Mom and Dad’s house.”

“Oh boy,” Chelsea said, “Mom and Dad are just going to love that.”

“What? That’s why they still have the house, right? For if we ever want to go back home.”

“Yeah, if we want to go back home,” Polly said, “not if our junk wants to go back home.”

“It’s not junk. These are my clothes and…” I paused. “Fine, maybe I’ll donate some to Goodwill.”

“No,” Chelsea said, “not Goodwill.”

“What, did the Goodwill do something to you?” I asked her suspiciously.

“Goodwill does not even donate half their money to people in need. They are like a for-profit organization.”

“Really? I could have sworn they were nonprofit.”

“Well, I don’t know if they’re for-profit, but I know that the CEO has a really big salary. I was reading about them. You should donate to a woman’s shelter or something. They actually give your stuff to people who need it and don’t try to sell it for high prices to local people in the community that don’t even have that money, because that’s why they’re shopping at Goodwill in the first place. I think that—”

“Okay, okay.” I put my hand up. “I’ll look for some women’s shelters.”

“Good,” Chelsea said, sounding happy.

“I’m hungry. Do you have any food?”

“Yep, I have plenty of pizzas in the freezer.”

“Oh no, not that Totino’s pizza again?” Polly groaned. “I can’t eat anymore Totino’s pizza. It doesn’t even taste good. I don’t even think that’s real pepperoni on the pizza.”

“Then what else would it be?” I said, glaring at her.

“I don’t know, cardboard,” she said, and Chelsea giggled.

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