Money Day again, maybe

Why is it so damn hard to write me a check for my travel expenses? I had the form filled out properly and turned in on time. It’s lunch time and I still don’t have my check, which means ToyMan doesn’t eat lunch.

They know I’m on loan, they know I’m not making the $50k+ per year they’re making, they know I need this money, but they don’t seem to care. I can normally feed myself for $70 or so for two weeks when I’m at home and have a regular refrigerator. I can’t do that while I’m on the road, I don’t have room for my stuff, so it takes more money, which I had three weeks ago when I started, and will have again when they write me my check, but I don’t have right now.

Add to that the fact that my payroll check is going to be way short this week and I’m having serious stress issues. I need to finish school so I can get a normal job, a good job. A job that pays $50k to $75k a year and lets me stay close to home with my friends.

I miss my friends. I miss my home. I have to do this for another nine weeks, though, because I said I would, and I’ll be damned if these people are going to chase me off.

God, I’m this depressed and I actually took my medication this morning. I must be really stressed.

I’m gonna need a big hug when I get home Ember, ‘K?