Once Again, I Win
I don't think I've laughed this hard since Bush choked on a pretzel rod.
So I walked into Say Cheese! today to pick up my final paycheck. I knew it wasn't going to be a cheery reunion, but I never thought the owner was this dumb.
1- Demands I return greasy t-shirts or else. Boo hoo.
2- Informs me that she has 30 days to cut my check, that it isn't ready and I should "try back every now and then and maybe I'll have it ready"
Okay, I - along with almost every other employee in the establishment - have been paid under the table from day 1 of employment. What this dumb broad didn't realize is my mom is a tax attorney.
For the state of Pennsylvania.
Say Cheese!'s phone is blowing up this morning and it's not because people want pizza. They'll have more lawyers on the line than a Friday night on my cell phone.
Ha friggin ha.
So I'm moving in the next two weeks which is reason numero uno why I don't feel like "stopping by" Oakland every 10 minutes to see if my $150 has been stuffed in an envelope by that fat bitch. My new house is so much nicer and barring several floods per month I'm sure much better than my current abode.
My new job is kick ass and I have an entire entry to devote to it. I'm ripping old ladies off and stealing their pensions. But I'm getting paid $20/hour to do it. Trust me, I'm sleeping comfortably on my new Egyptian cotton sheets at night.
Joe and I are doing wonderfully and taking a little four day vacation this week, paid for with an off-shore bank account.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go lay in the sun for three hours, paint my nails, and have a cocktail or two. And who said I wouldn't miss Say Cheese!?
So I walked into Say Cheese! today to pick up my final paycheck. I knew it wasn't going to be a cheery reunion, but I never thought the owner was this dumb.
1- Demands I return greasy t-shirts or else. Boo hoo.
2- Informs me that she has 30 days to cut my check, that it isn't ready and I should "try back every now and then and maybe I'll have it ready"
Okay, I - along with almost every other employee in the establishment - have been paid under the table from day 1 of employment. What this dumb broad didn't realize is my mom is a tax attorney.
For the state of Pennsylvania.
Say Cheese!'s phone is blowing up this morning and it's not because people want pizza. They'll have more lawyers on the line than a Friday night on my cell phone.
Ha friggin ha.
So I'm moving in the next two weeks which is reason numero uno why I don't feel like "stopping by" Oakland every 10 minutes to see if my $150 has been stuffed in an envelope by that fat bitch. My new house is so much nicer and barring several floods per month I'm sure much better than my current abode.
My new job is kick ass and I have an entire entry to devote to it. I'm ripping old ladies off and stealing their pensions. But I'm getting paid $20/hour to do it. Trust me, I'm sleeping comfortably on my new Egyptian cotton sheets at night.
Joe and I are doing wonderfully and taking a little four day vacation this week, paid for with an off-shore bank account.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to go lay in the sun for three hours, paint my nails, and have a cocktail or two. And who said I wouldn't miss Say Cheese!?