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[apocalypsos]

So I called Bossman (again) to see about my unused vacation time pay. I didn't get him, but I did get one of the other supervisors, who got to listen to me complain that I sort of need that money, uh, YESTERDAY. Which is only fair, really, considering I should have gotten it weeks ago. Actually, as long as I get it by the end of the week, I'll be happy, and Bossman can pull the strings to get that to happen, and will if I have anything to say about it. I'm sick of this shit, and while I'm not very good at being assertive about this stuff, considering this is three hundred dollars or so I really need, I think I can manage this time around.

He's supposed to call me in the next two hours (which sucks because I have to go buy toilet paper and ransack my parents's attic for more hand-me-downs), so until then, I map out The Vampires of Vandling. *glares at phone when it doesn't ring immediately*

And for the record, since I haven't said much about the new job, I can't really say all that much about it due to that lovely comprehensive confidentiality agreement (be surprised I can admit I work there), but it's twelve-hour night shifts sticking supplies into machines. It's monotonous and loud and by four in the morning, I'm about to keel over, but hey, it pays well. *eye roll*