In which the shit hits the fan
This story bears telling, but I'm tired so it will be done in brief.
The Cafe was sold to the man who owns the Ethiopian restaurant next door on the 16th of June. I quit without notice on the 24th of July because they hadn't payed me the entire time. My check was put in the mail last Monday (they say) but it still hasn't arrived. I'm filing with Labor and Industries, but in the mean time I'm out of my meds, and completely broke.
The Cafe was sold to the man who owns the Ethiopian restaurant next door on the 16th of June. I quit without notice on the 24th of July because they hadn't payed me the entire time. My check was put in the mail last Monday (they say) but it still hasn't arrived. I'm filing with Labor and Industries, but in the mean time I'm out of my meds, and completely broke.