Give me my damn paycheck!

So I went down to the SS Office again. (Yes, I’m amused.) I talked to someone, and got a very official looking paper that said that my SS number is good, valid, and aaaallllll mine.

Dropped by Taco Bell and showed it to my GM. She immediately faxed it to the office.

This is so retarded I can only laugh. I wrote everything down fine. My GM transcribed everything right. But someone upstairs punched a wrong number in for my SS#. :: shakes head :: My GM said they’re cutting a check right now, and I’ll get my first paycheck on Wednesday. About damn time, I was hired a month ago! AND I HAVE NO MONEY.

(My front left tire is going flat, slowly. I filled it up two months ago. It was almost flat yesterday, but I was able to fill it back up. I bought one of those tire-in-a-can things. I’ll put it in next time I see it going slightly flat. Far too much trend on the tire to just replace it. And I’m too poor to get anything professionally done. (Shh, I’m a cheap ass.) I used to get free air at the Hess station, but it’s broken. I noticed the Russian gas station has free air? I forget the name. Lukoil? I should give them business. Because I love Soviet Russia. And I’m taking their air.)

I’m apparently working on Wednesday, and through the weekend. I think. Yeah. I need to remind them that I have class on Thursday morning that ends 12:30, starting in September.

You know, I may not actually need a passport for any reason, but it’s very handy as an ID. It’s faster to take out than a damn driver’s license.

I believe Becki and I have agreed to diner tomorrow.

Man, I feel better now.