Who needs a radiator anyway?
Monday evening I noticed strange liquid under my jeep. Tuesday morning it was worse, so I took it right into the shop. Five-hundred and some odd dollars later I have a new radiator. But not before I had to call my boss and tell her I needed a ride to work. She sent her husband to pick me up… her husband who also happens to own the company. When we came pulling into the parking lot I got a couple of looks from people wondering just what I did to deserve being chauffeured by one of the co-founders. Still, I felt rather awkward and slightly helpless. I guess it does say something about the people I work for though, when the highest up in the company have no problems picking you up for work when you need it, then taking you home, then picking you up again the next morning and finally taking you to the Jeep dealership to pick up your ride.
