I Kept The Receipts This Time

Summary

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…