Let me calm down from my panic. I noticed that my check hadn't been deposited into my account a few minutes ago. I was about to call my employer to see if there was a mix-up, since the dinero is almost always in my account by midnight on Thursday nights. As I was going to find the phone number the phone rang; the woman who handles timesheets was trying to find me. She starts out by telling me she has bad news for me. Coming on the heels of some of the BIG changes being made here at work, I assumed the worst. Turns out she forgot to fax in my timesheet before going on vacation, and the lady who receives them didn't catch it b/c she too was on vacation. So, instead of being fired/let go/laid off, I just don't get paid this week. I guess I'll survive - I'll just gorge myself tomorrow at the Potluck. It's a good thing I picked up a couple of server shifts at Cracker Barrel this week.
Perhaps I'll get a call from my oldest son's mom for a change. No check for me also means no check for her.
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