And... we're screwed 'til Tuesday (and this shit has got to stop)...
See this?
Instead of tomorrow like it woulda been had I been given any kinda fair chance to get to the bank before three, which I WAS NOT. Twelve goddamned minutes...
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
In the rain, on "E" and y'all expect me to be able to get to the bank in TWELVE MINUTES???
And, that includes time spent getting both checks signed? Pfft.
Yeah.
Okay. Well, tell ya what.
I only missed it by ONE FUCKIN' MINUTE, but missed it I did. Goddamnfuckit. And, then, the only teller available was that bitch, Shirley, so I said fuck it and came home without doing the deposit AT ALL.
Already missed the 3pm deadline thanks to a buncha dickbrains, so what fuckin' difference does it make NOW what time I make the damned deposit, as long as I don't hafta deal with that Shirley-naggin'-pain-right-in-my-ass. God, I hate this shit.
I am so pissed... If the payroll punkass coulda gotten her shit in one sock even TEN MINUTES sooner, I woulda made it.
But, noooooooooooooo.
We can't DO that.
FUCK!!!!!!!! *a bare minute later*
*disgusted sigh* Well, I suppose if every single person who comes here were to thank GOD for George, it might be enough.
Barely.
'Cause, if not for him, we'd be so fucked it wouldn't be funny.
(Not that it's particularly amusing this way, either...) I suppose also that this can be called my fault for at least two reasons. I'm the one who took the large chunka change outta the bank yesterday.
If it was still in there, the payroll punkass woulda never fucked up today. Then, there's the whole "if you had this shit right, it wouldn't matter if the checks cleared in one day or FOUR" arguement, which you can just get in line to say.
But, lem'me run this by ya first... 99% of the time the way I'm able to "finance" things around here is only a teaspoon short of a miracle.
I do a pretty good job for what I have to work with and where we started from, ya know.
But, let somebody else have a brain fart and the whole thing collapses like a house of cards in a tornado and suddenly, it's MY fault. Psh. Whatever.
(And, if you're picturin' me goin' "Talk to the hand", you're about right...) *coupla minutes later*
Okay.
Just got an update from Sr. as to what the fuck happened here.
Apparently, it was the entity BEYOND the payroll punkass who fucked up.
Some entity that she uses for something to do with payroll.
A bank, no doubt and like it matters.
We're still screwed.
Only difference now is, I know whose dick to nail to a board.
Or, whose not to.
WHATEVER. Okay.
I jusr re-read this and told George the story and now I'mina smoke a
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