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I sometimes get the idea that the guys at Impact don't like me very much - which is kind of silly, as most of them (save for Jesse) really don't know me - but I still get to thinking it every now and then. Sometimes it's when they leave the place really, really messy - the kitchen, for example - without any attempt at cleaning the place up.

Well, that was the case tonight, along with the notable absence of a cheque. Friday was payday; there should've been something there for me. Nope.

When I went to clean up the kitchen, I found my timesheet from the past two weeks lying facedown on the floor, underneath a counter. :\

I find it hard to believe it wasn't done delibrately, since those timesheets are all stuck in a clipboard that sits on one of the tables. Why would they just randomly dislodge mine?

Those 30 or 40 bucks would've helped out at this point, as I'm so broke after paying tuition and need to get more meds sometime this week, and now I'll have to borrow money from Mom to do that until I actually get that cheque.

Sigh. Thanks, guys. :\

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I always have to wonder, when I eat from a bag of party mix, who the hell decided to invite the pretzels? I mean, the Doritos, they're okay. Kinda cheesy and fake zesty, but okay. Same thing going for the Cheetos things - they're not the awful styrofoam packing beads vaguely flavoured like corn, so they're acceptable. Sun Chips, man, I love me some Sun Chips.
But then you get to the pretzels, and they're just... salty. And dry. If these pretzels were at an actual party, they would be the chaperone, or something; they're completely and totally blocking access to a party in my mouth.

In other news, my fingertips have dyed themselves orange and I have a third of a bag of pretzels. Anyone want some?

(ALSO, I'm totally making up for lost time or something with the blogging. Sheesh.

...Well, either that, or procrastinating on finishing up the questionnaire. Foo.)