eta: accidentally posted too soon!

Early and often, in classic Chicago style.

Sorry, I didn't notice that.

I know what happened. I hit Return twice to create a new paragraph, but the focus must have been on the Post button.

I was all flustered this morning and totally missed that Jesse is in SOUTH AFRICA.

Wait- how did Jesse get to South Africa? She is like Carmen Sandiego!

Dang, Jesse, first Haiti, now South Africa? Sophia is right:

She is like Carmen Sandiego!

I'm actually in Lesotho, which if you look at a topographical map, it looks like South Africa decided not to bother taking over the most mountain-y bits of their territory. I.e., it's fully surrounded by SA.

Map: [link]

Jesse, that is so dang cool.

So, I did a small project for my old company (they still exist, although they have no employees other than Big!Boss and his family; when the sale happened, they sold the journals but not the textbooks, so they still exist to sell the textbooks, and the project I did was to update a handbook-type thing). When it was complete, I sent Big!Boss's daughter my invoice. Last Monday she texted me to say she was putting the check in the mail. So, yay. Check never shows up, so I text her yesterday (which had been a week, which is ample time for mail within the same city to be delivered) to tell her I'm concerned the check was lost, and what address did she have for me?

Asking about the address was a total passive-aggressive move, because I couldn't just say "I think you didn't send the check, lady."

Well, she called me, and rattled off the address I lived at EIGHT years ago. I legitimately believe that she sent it there, because I don't think she would remember that address off the top of her head. (Although, yes, it's possible that in order to cover her ass, she went through years of old files to find my old address...but I doubt it.)

So fine, she says she's putting a new check in the mail yesterday. Lo and behold, I get it today...and she didn't sign it. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

Lesson: don't fucking do any work for Old Employer. EVER.

Your old employer sounds like my migraine doc and writing prescriptions. You'd think he'd have the hang of it.

The ruling party in Jamaica is considering a bank withdrawal tax (short term, no need to worry). My sister is almost literally up in arms about it--she's ready to start protesting and quickly transitioned from asking me for creative ideas for a placard to asking me to draw it. I tried to be in the style of editorial cartoons from JA, and gave her this. I feel disproportionately nervous about something that simple, but she seems to like it, especially wigged out piggy. But simple lines and unrealism isn't my thing. I feel like it's the wrong answer, you know?

Jesse--work or play? I don't know if I know anyone (other than possibly my father, because one needs to do that) who's ever been to Lesotho. I'm kinda excited. Well, I am excited for you, just kinda excited in general. Go Lesotho! I remember that piece in the wooden Africa jigsaw puzzle.

Anyone doing the NASA selfie thing?

So fine, she says she's putting a new check in the mail yesterday. Lo and behold, I get it today...and she didn't sign it. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.

Just deposit it. I bet it goes through no problem.