TIE MY SHOES WITH YOUR DREAMS!
So, I am all employed and what haves ya; maybe a little too employed. My first week I worked like 53 hours, and then somebody got railed for me getting overtime, so now they're keeping with a hair of forty from here on out. Like chasing me to the front of the store yelling "Hurry, hurry, you've got two minutes til overtime starts clock the fuck out!" And I got my first paycheck on Monday, which promptly went to Kevin for covering me on last month's rent, and to two months worth of electricity bills we didn't feel like paying, and some for my mom because she spotted me the money for my share of the propane bill and some spending cash, and then a few- literally, a few- dollars for me. I think I pocketed 13 out of 340 dollars. THere'll be another soon enough, and then that one will be eaten up by this month's rent, and paying back my mom, and a little more various debt-type situations that are floating around. But hey, on the bright side I'll actually start having money, like real money, like mon ey I can spend and not feel guilty about who should be getting it instead of me, in like a month. Sweet dude!