Who pissed in my Cheerios?

Cliff's frickin' bosses, that's who.

Today is his payday, and he usually doesn't work on paydays because his company is ass-backward and stupid and doesn't do direct deposit, so we actually have to physically cash his check and deposit it. And no, we can't deposit the check itself into the bank account because our bank holds his employer's checks for ten days because they've bounced so many. ::eyeroll::

So last night, I went to bed looking forward to getting to sleep until I was goddamned well good and ready to wake up this morning.

But noooooooo. At 6:30 I am awakened to the theme to "Hawaii 5-0" (the general ringtone on Cliff's phone); it's one of his supervisors begging him to come in to work. And of course, he went in. They promised him that he'll be able to take care of his paycheck and that he'll be off work by 5pm so we can still go to the concert tonight, which starts at 7pm.

I have been looking forward to this concert since I heard about it. If those motherfuckers screw this up, I will be PISSED OFF!!

I mean, we could use the money from the extra shift, but why today of all days? GRRRR!

SON OF A BITCH!

They promised Cliff he would get off at 5pm, or as soon thereafter as possible if he happened to be on a call at 5pm. Now they're saying they'll TRY to get him off work by 5:30.

Any other payday this would be a minor annoyance. WHY does this have to happen when we have concert tickets? GRRRRR!!!!

SON OF A BITCH!! (part 2)

Well, Cliff did get off work in time for us to make it to the concert but for reasons I will not go into just now, we didn't get to go anyway.

Instead of rocking my head off, I am sitting at my computer with over $100 worth of concert tickets in my back jeans pocket.

Goddamn it all to hell!