Friday my pay check wasn't in the mail. That's fine, I didn't look again until Sunday. No check.
So I figure when I get home--paycheck!
I get home at roughly quarter to 6 and the mail hasn't come yet. I know because the little flag is up showing the mail hasn't be picked up.
Sometime after 7 I head out to get a Diet coke and CHOCOLATE !! Because, yes, it's that time of the month.
When I get back teh mail hasn't come. Finally before 8 I go back out. The mail has arrived!
I reach in to find the latest Lush Times and some envelopes, these turn out to be junk mail.
No check.
I KNOW I turned my time sheet into the temp agency. I KNOW that I turned in my coworker's time sheet and he got paid, but through direct deposit. So tomorrow I'm going to call and find out where my check is. I know, I know I should do direct deposit, but I couldn't find my check book and I don't have the form they gave me (that they've given me THREE TIMES) and...it's such a mess.
I hate today. I'll probably hate tomorrow as well.
oh and I have to get all my shit out of my car so I can take it to the body shop. It's full of stuff that ended up in my car but now I have no idea where to put in the house.
Part of me wants to say I can't come in but I've had to miss work for various reasons and I don't want to be known as someone who shirks.
So I figure when I get home--paycheck!
I get home at roughly quarter to 6 and the mail hasn't come yet. I know because the little flag is up showing the mail hasn't be picked up.
Sometime after 7 I head out to get a Diet coke and CHOCOLATE !! Because, yes, it's that time of the month.
When I get back teh mail hasn't come. Finally before 8 I go back out. The mail has arrived!
I reach in to find the latest Lush Times and some envelopes, these turn out to be junk mail.
No check.
I KNOW I turned my time sheet into the temp agency. I KNOW that I turned in my coworker's time sheet and he got paid, but through direct deposit. So tomorrow I'm going to call and find out where my check is. I know, I know I should do direct deposit, but I couldn't find my check book and I don't have the form they gave me (that they've given me THREE TIMES) and...it's such a mess.
I hate today. I'll probably hate tomorrow as well.
oh and I have to get all my shit out of my car so I can take it to the body shop. It's full of stuff that ended up in my car but now I have no idea where to put in the house.
Part of me wants to say I can't come in but I've had to miss work for various reasons and I don't want to be known as someone who shirks.