When I picked up the company mail at the post office Monday, I stood in line and made the clerk check to see if they'd missed something. I think she thought I was a little obsessive, because I'd already emptied the box. It was almost full, though, and a large check from the State, one I expected to arrive even before I left for vacation, wasn't in it. "Are you sure?" Yes, she was sure.
So I made some phone calls and discovered the check had been cut last Friday. In fact, the staff person I talked to was surprised it didn't get here Monday, because she said checks are always mailed the day they're cut. The Boss, needless to say, was more than upset. He wanted me to look up the code that explained the state's obligations when payments are late. He always wants to "go after" somebody. This payment was late, so we would have to go after the state of California.
The legal codes are written pretty cleverly, though. You have to file a claim first, as soon as the payment is late, and then you have to wait. They have no obligation to pay on time, only to pay interest on late payments. Since we didn't get around to filing a claim, we don't get the interest.
The woman at the state office had already talked to the Boss before I talked to her. She was a bit flummoxed by the way he talked to her. I sort of apologized (as much as one person can for another person they have no control over), and I told her that the problem would go away as soon as the check got here.
That's exactly what happened today. It wasn't mailed Friday at all, but Monday. When I called to tell the Boss the check had arrived, it sounded as if he did a little jig. It's hard to tell over the phone. I'm pretty sure the world will keep going, despite the fact that we got paid a week late. Anyway, it's awfully nice to be able to pay bills again.