My wonderful boss decided to take over payroll this week because he's convinced people are cheating the system, that our feeble peon brains found a loophole and getting paid more because of it. My pay stub for claims I'm to be paid for 40 hours plus 11 overtime tomorrow (Friday), which equals $351 after tax. Three hundred and fifty one beautiful, wrongfully earned, cocaine tainted dollars! Good job, boss. It's about time you pay me for the work I pour into your shit hole establishment. This means debts will finally be paid off and I can actually afford to eat, smoke cigarettes and.. recreational things. Heheh.
I sit in my apartment on a Thursday night with no plans with plenty of money to live on this week, smoking pot and drinking beer, listening to music and watching my cats play while deciding how I want to live my life. When I step back and take a look at the grand scope of things, maybe I'm right where I should be? I definitely can't complain. I'm turning it all around..
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