Give Me My Money

This morning after my cultural anthropology test I drove to the library to pick up my paycheck. I walked into the switchboard room and began flipping through the box of checks on the counter and noticed that my paycheck was absent. I mentioned it to the woman at the desk, and (I'm still amazed and angered by this) she said, "do you even work here?" Her tone irritated me as much as her question, and I instantly thought of ten beautifully sarcastic responses. I had seen her around the library dozens and dozens of times, but it appeared that she had never seen me before. I assured her that I wasn't just a guy off the street, and she told me to go to the payroll office upstairs. The woman in charge of payroll informed me that she had accidentally forgotten to print a check for me. She said that she would have it ready by Saturday. Beautiful: since Monday is a holiday, I won't be able to deposit my paycheck until Tuesday. It's a good thing I don't have any large gambling debts to pay or drug addictions to satiate, otherwise I would be in trouble.