The backwash of a long week
Thursday, May 09, 2013
I'm counting from last Wednesday, when my boss dropped that little bomb about my paycheck.
I paid my rent with late fee on Monday. Last night I came home to find a notice from the landlord on my door that I'm still short $151 and that if I don't pay up by Friday they're throwing me out. I called them this morning and said, "I don't think so!" The office person I talked to (who is a doll -- she's the best there) said she had no idea what they were looking at because not only am I paid up, I actually have a small credit balance with them! I wish they'd post an apology as prominently as they did that bogus notice. I mean, they COULD have double-checked before embarrassing me by sticking it up for everyone to see.
My boss said we need to check my paycheck next week to be sure the fixes for my time off got added. All I can say is, they better have! I need to buy a new bed, folks. But you know what? I might wait a couple of weeks for the holiday weekend. That way I can take advantage of the Memorial Day Sale the mattress store will almost certainly have. This is not wishful thinking -- I'm always surprised when they don't have a Groundhog Day Sale, since they have sales for just about every other occasion.
My retiring co-worker's last day is tomorrow. I feel bad for her -- her daughter is giving her a really bad time. My reaction? Oh, grow up. Her daughter is fifty, for crying out loud. She doesn't need to cling to Mommy. Time for daughter to put on the big girl panties. If she was my mother I'd shed a few tears and give her a red negligee as a travel gift!
Time to unwind. I'm watching Chopped and getting ready to cook dinner -- baked chicken, baked potato and sauteed greens with bacon and shallot.
One more day to the weekend...