cuppa soup, bitch

my last company thought paychecks were optional. so i got used to paying for things with my credit card. and cringing every time my statement popped up online. i think i even cried once when i saw what i owed. lousy body - needing to food to survive. and clothes to stay warm and unviolated in public. so i was a little weary starting my new job, where they promised to pay me. i even asked specifically "do you guys get paid here?" and they all answered yes. and even tho i didn't really know any of them at the time, i chose to believe. and how could i not? their earnest faces, eyes wide and glistening, nodding, reassuring that my hard work would result in what everyone ultimately looks for in a job, a paycheck. so yesterday was payday. i eagerly logged into my bank account to see if the magic fairy brought me cash. i squirmed with excitement, thinking about how much money would be there - this would be my first full paycheck here. but to my disappointment, and sadly i wasn't surprised - there was no money. i asked around, seeing if anyone else got paid - i was glared and struck. ok - people said they didn't know, that they didn't check. apparently when you get paid all the time, you don't really worry about when the money is coming - it'll get there when it gets there. so i sat at my desk cried. ok, no - that would be pathetic. but i was kind of wondering if i had signed on to another atimi-esque company. today, i came to work, put down my stuff, lunch in the fridge, and sat at my computer. should i check my bank account? i wasn't sure if i could handle another day of no money. so i waited. and waited. i lasted a whole 2 hrs, then i logged into my account. apprehensively, i looked at my bank balance. i swear i heard holy music and angels dancing around - the sun even shone through the shitty vancouver rain clouds and onto my balance. it was there; i had been paid - the magic fairy had visited me during the night. and instead of leaving a giant pile of credit card interest - like that bitch normally does - she left me a giant pile o' monetary happiness. the moral of this story is that money is everything. and if you're not getting paid, it means you work at atimi and therefore suck goat ass. except for kev.