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Because my rent is due tomorrow, I thought I should go by the bank today and deposit last week’s paycheck. For some reason, I’m always a week behind when it comes to getting paid. (Well, I know the reason. It’s because Tim doesn’t send me time cards for his crew until the middle of the week. If I could get them on the weekend, I’d happily do all the payroll while watching Sunday football.)
Since the bank where I go is inside a supermarket, I always plan to do my grocery shopping at the same time I do my banking. I have no reservations about doing this on company time. It’s an arrangement I have with the Boss. He doesn’t complain about my running personal errands in the morning, and I don’t complain (much) about his faxing me letters to type in the evening. I think he’s getting the better part of the deal (and so does he).
What I needed at the store this trip were basics, like milk and raisin bran and bananas. I bought bread and yogurt over the weekend, so I was okay there. I have stopped buying bottled water, since I found out it was un-American. Or anti-humanitarian. I still like to drink out of bottles, so I now fill my Snapple bottle up with water after I drink the diet peach ice tea. And I can’t quite keep from buying SoBe Lean Green Tea, but it also comes in glass bottles, so I won’t be giving it up for political reasons. |
