Sir! The peasants are revolting!

Yes, and they smell, too.

This last week has kind of sucked. We have been very impatiently waiting for my husband's paycheque to arrive. This absurd comedy of errors would be a lot more amusing to watch if we hadn't been too poor for popcorn. First, they can't get the direct deposit set up on time. Then, they courier an envelope, but forget to put the cheque in. So, tonight, finally, we get one cheque, for the consulting work he did before he was hired on full time at the company. Apparently payroll didn't realize he was actually a salaried employee now, and didn't make up a paycheque for him. Supposedly we will get it tomorrow. I would start to worry that this was some ingenious money saving venture and the company was about to go down the tubes, but they have always been very reliable with his cheques in the past. So, for over a week now, I have been wandering around the apartment aimlessly, doing a stunning version of Edina from Ab Fab, muttering; "Poor? Poor!"

To top it off, the hot water heater went out in our building yesterday morning. We haven't had hot water for two days, and they promise that we might have it sometime tomorrow morning. So now I am broke and smelly. :P