fuck this job.com

So yesterday was payday at Motel Hell. Since I pissed everybody off on Monday, I waited until 7pm last night to pick up my check so I wouldn't be forced to converse with The Whorebag and her minions. Her son was hanging out at the front desk, but I don't think he saw me. I grabbed my envelope and fled, and didn't even look in it until I got to the bank. Lo and behold, there were TWO checks inside. The full one owed me and one for the last three days I worked (which was in a new pay period). Guess they don't want to see me again. Yeah. Pardon me while I go cry a big fucking river of horsetears over that.

I hope that place burns to the ground.