We get paid about two weeks after the end of the pay period. For example: this payperiod ends tomorrow - we'll get paid for it on the 28th. And we'll get paid for the next payperiod on March 15th.
Huh. Now I don't feel so bad.
Kaylee: So, uh, how come you don't care where you're going? Book: 'Cause how you get there is the worthier part.
'Serenity'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
tommyrot - Feb 14, 2007 9:53:27 am PST #868 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
bon bon - Feb 14, 2007 9:56:19 am PST #869 of 10001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
If it's really a hassle, can you choose to get paid by check on payday rather than via the so-called convenience of direct deposit?
(I've also waited three weeks for a paycheck. Oh, that was no fun. And then the day I got paid my ATM card didn't work and I couldn't deposit the check...I cried to the bank lady.)
askye - Feb 14, 2007 9:56:28 am PST #870 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
Valentine's only check out line? WTF ! I'd be calling the manager to complain, especially after being stuck behind Crazy Cat Lady.
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 14, 2007 9:57:43 am PST #871 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Yeah. Because apparently making sure the one other guy in the lane was able to get out swiftly with his $3 single rose is more important than relieving the backup of four-cart deep grocery lanes where people are spending high double or low triple digits each.
I'm going back after work tonight and having a sit-down with their manager.
shrift - Feb 14, 2007 10:00:04 am PST #872 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
If that happened to me, I'd just stay put until summer, I swear.
You know what helped? The people who kept stopping to point and laugh. I am capable of superhuman power when thoroughly enraged.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 14, 2007 10:01:20 am PST #873 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
2) The cashier at the supermarket's only express checkout lane snotted at me that it was for valentines only, forcing me to
I add my voice to the chorus of WTFF?
Seriously, send a complaint. They are very cathartic!
(I've sent about 5 complaints in the last 2 weeks)
ION, my legs are itching me like crazy because the rain soaked through my 2 layers.
§ ita § - Feb 14, 2007 10:03:11 am PST #874 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Weather here is good, still.
As for complaints, I've been bombarding my COBRA and my prescription services with them, and my voice mail says everything's resolved. But because of the migraine which is now making it hard to see, I'm putting off verifying that.
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season? Beeyotch.
Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 14, 2007 10:06:21 am PST #875 of 10001
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season? Beeyotch.
I'm guessing cards, chocolates, flowers, and balloons, though what happens if someone is buying one of those and a food item is anyone's guess. I should have just said "this is a Valentine's Day chicken, and Valentine's Day tomatoes—see, they're red?"
shrift - Feb 14, 2007 10:07:31 am PST #876 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
I now have a gigantic heart-shaped sugar cookie.
Daisy Jane - Feb 14, 2007 10:08:52 am PST #877 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Matt, when the cashier said it was Valentine's only, how did s/he decide what was appropriate for the season?
Exactly! What if roast chicken and yogurt are your and your beloved's traditional gifts? Because of how y'all met on that farm where you plucked chickens and milked cows all day and then at night feasted upon the results of your labor?
That would make turkey po-boy and coffee mine and Mr. Jane's.