Thursday, September 22, 2005

No posts for today or tomorrow

I can't bring myself to post. At least, until, my monetary situation is cleared up. Here's the deal-e-o: I haven't gotten paid for the freelance work I did at my current place of employment when I was freelancing here from late July to late August. Like a good freelancer, I knew not to complain about where my money is at because client's have up to 30 days after services were rendered to pay. Most of client's don't take that long, but one does, so I opted to not bitch until it had been 30 days. That was Tuesday. I sent an e-mail to HR yesterday, and an accountant got back to me today saying I had to turn in an invoice and print out my hours from the stupid timesheet program we have here that automatically sends my hours to accounting and HR. No one ever told me I had to submit an invoice. Everyone told me that all I had to do was submit my time in the timesheet program. I asked repeatedly if I had to turn in an invoice. I was repeatedly told no. Now, I may not even get my money until next week. I may get it tomorrow, because they cut checks on Fridays, but that's only if one of the VPs OKs it. I have $50 to my name. I will not ask my parent's for money because I already asked them for money for my stupid car problems I had last week. Right now, I'm just angry. Angry at myself for waiting this long and not knowing how to manage my money better and letting shit happen to my car and having to eat food and drink alcohol and smoke. But I'm mostly angry at this stupid, fucking company I work for that can't tell me what the fuck to do to make sure I fucking get paid. It really pisses me off, and I almost just want to leave for the day because I'm on the verge of crying and yelling at anyone that comes near me. So yeah. I'm not posting again until I know what's going on with me financially. I'm going to start thinking about what I can sell or pawn. OK, I need to chain smoke now.

1 comment:

deconstructionist said...

You know what -- just fucking go crazy at work. Yeah, just cry and cry and cry. Maybe that will make them stop inviting you to lunch, thus vexing you further. Ha!

Sorry about your $$ troubles. I currently have, oh, $14 to my name. I win! [BTW, food, alcohol and cigs are a necessity...don't you forget that]