the world is a sick, twisted place
the good news: its finally payday. the best day in the world has arrived, and it feels fantastic. i got an email from our secretary at work to say i must come to pick up my cheque this morning and ive never dressed and bolted to work faster. at first i was rather suprised by a cheque, but hell any form of money is fine by me i reckoned and promptly ran over to the bank to deposit the beauty. i was beaming in the queue awaiting the moment when that bundle of goodness is entered into my account.
the bad news: is that due to it be an actual pay 'cheque', the bank teller wonderfully informed me that cheques are deposited directly into my account, but they take 7 working days to clear. that means 7 DAYS WITHOUT ACCESS TO MY SALARY. jesus christ its not like ive waited long enough for this, now its another week!? sick, fucked up world. i hate the bank for having to take 7 DAYS to clear cheques, my work for giving me the cheque (i mean who doesnt do direct transfers these days?!) and the world for being just such a TWISTED place.
so all in all, waking up on payday was fantastic, but it actually has no direct bearing on my existance, as i still cant do anything (ie shop, eat, have fun and generally enjoy life) due to the fact that i still have absolutely no cash. i feel the need to kill something; i think i'll settle for gorging myself on the weird 'earth cakes' i made last night. so i cant even celebrate that its payday; its just another day where i wasted my morning standing in bank queues; woohoo. i getting more bitter by the minute. i was thinking of striking in protest, but infortunately my boss wont be happy with that, and my deadlines wont change at all. BUGGER.
its not that im a material girl | its just that i live in a || material world (and i like being an active member of it)
the bad news: is that due to it be an actual pay 'cheque', the bank teller wonderfully informed me that cheques are deposited directly into my account, but they take 7 working days to clear. that means 7 DAYS WITHOUT ACCESS TO MY SALARY. jesus christ its not like ive waited long enough for this, now its another week!? sick, fucked up world. i hate the bank for having to take 7 DAYS to clear cheques, my work for giving me the cheque (i mean who doesnt do direct transfers these days?!) and the world for being just such a TWISTED place.
so all in all, waking up on payday was fantastic, but it actually has no direct bearing on my existance, as i still cant do anything (ie shop, eat, have fun and generally enjoy life) due to the fact that i still have absolutely no cash. i feel the need to kill something; i think i'll settle for gorging myself on the weird 'earth cakes' i made last night. so i cant even celebrate that its payday; its just another day where i wasted my morning standing in bank queues; woohoo. i getting more bitter by the minute. i was thinking of striking in protest, but infortunately my boss wont be happy with that, and my deadlines wont change at all. BUGGER.
its not that im a material girl | its just that i live in a || material world (and i like being an active member of it)
posted by me at 11:46 AM
1 Comments:
Those bastards!! Thats totally unfair...surely they know youre on the bones of your arse at the mo..christ people can be soooo insensitive!
So what u up to today? Im thinkin beach its just perfect outside (sorry Jon, but at least u get to snowboard!)
Will call ya at a more decent hour...damn americans want breakfast at bloody 7.30 on a public holiday! Ludicrous i tell ya..
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