Reseña del libro "The Gofundme Queen (en Inglés)"
This comical story comes from a scenario we have all seen before, too often. A friend posts one GoFundMe for a true and valid reason, then they catch the "bug" and every drama fueled situation they bring themselves into becomes a new reason for strangers to donate their hard earned money, bailing them out of their drama. Alecia-Jean was on her way to work at the Salon when the phone rang. It was Jimmy-Sean. Lord, what now!? Every day it was something with him. Maybe he'd just be late. Lord please just let him be late. She could jostle the books to handle that emergency, but she wasn't sure if she could handle anything else from him. Not today Satan, not today. She let him go to voicemail. He hung up and dialed her again. UGH! Not today... She ignored him again and texted him – “what now?”As she was climbing into her Tahoe, she received a response. “You don't have to be a wench AJ, I'm calling cause I need to talk to you.” She rolled her eyes and exclaimed loudly as she started the engine... “No, you just need someone to listen to your lying malarkey. Feed your drama fueled dumpster fire you call a life, and henny today is not the day and I am NOT the one.” As she closed her door she heard the hands free in her car. It was Jimmy Sean. FECK! “Well AJ, I thought you were my friend, but clearly you just use me. I had big news to tell you and discuss this morning. I had no idea you felt this way and that I am such a bother. Now, I am triggered and I can't come in. I'll have to go to the ER!” and the line went dead. Great! Just great!Jimmy-Sean hadn't worked for her long. She hadn't even wanted to hire the man. He had one of those “reputations” in the hair business. He had (HAD) been known to turn some lewks and burn some trendy hair back in the day. That was the story he told. In recent years, he had hopped from salon to salon, never managing to stay anywhere for long. He brought a decent clientele with him, but the man was rarely ever at his chair. He wasn't the type of stylist who would work and pay booth rent like the rest of her stylists, NO – he insisted on working commission. He threw tantrums, got offended every time the wind blew, ALWAYS had drama, and lived to pull others into it.
