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I didn't get a paycheck today, because Bossman never bothered to submit my hours from last week.

RAGE.

"And that, Your Honor, is why the police found the body of a large drunken buffoon in my woodchipper."

EDIT: I'd also like to add that the reason I haven't called his cell phone again after the last time I called it fifteen minutes ago is because he obviously got off work at four and went to a bar, and he sounded fucking wasted. Well, that, and anything I say to him right now isn't going to be the least bit constructive.

If some higher being is trying to frustrate me into quitting, I wouldn't be surprised.

OTHER, LESS ANGRY EDIT: Between the new supervisor and the Town Crier, I'll be getting my paycheck on Saturday. I might not be able to cash it until Monday, but still. *sigh of relief*

That doesn't mean I won't be hanging this over Bossman's head every time I talk to him.

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OMG. So not funny. You need a juror for that, give a holler.

And most of that check is money I'm putting towards rent. Luckily, I called the old station, and the Town Crier sounded as if he was genuinely sorry and was going to try to get me a check by tomorrow. He'd better. *seethes*

GRRR. Can you contact his boss?

Well, my boss here called payroll, but it's after hours there, so he left a message. And I caled the old station and the Town Crier said he'd call, too, so God willing, I'll have it tomorrow. (Of course, it'll mean going to another bank further away just to get it cashed Saturday morning, but I'd still get it.)

So. Very. Wrong.

That happened to me once. I was paid out of petty cash for the week.

Any chance you can get something like that? Tell them you must have the money for some bill you have to pay.

I already told them it's mostly for my rent. That seems to be helping.

You have a woodchipper?

-blue

I'll weasel one out of a desperately lonely lumberjack with my cunning wiles.

wood chippers are overrated.
it's all about acid in the bath.
worked for the chicago killer.

That happened to me once. I raised off of Hell and its' demons and then my manager somehow found herself very fired two weeks later. ...Oh darn. XD

GRAGH! ARGH MOTHERLINE!

FIRE THE MISSILES!

I'm in DC near union station. If you want to come up, I'll treat you to lunch at Uno's.

(totally stalking you? Nope. Just there's NO ONE in my office today and I am bored and loney and feel like taking a long lunch in revenge. Come on!)

"And that, Your Honor, is why the police found the body of a large drunken buffoon in my woodchipper."
But, dude, the seckkrit service!

Hey, I was the one who threatened people with woodchippers!
What an absolute fuckwit your boss is. I'm glad the other people appear to be doing useful things to try and get you the money they owe you, but...FUCK. You don't deny someone a paycheck simply because you couldn't be arsed to submit their hours.

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