The panic attack ended this morning, when John called to tell me he FINALLY (6 days later) had his paycheck, and was on his way to deposit it at the bank. I guess that’s what it was all about — money. This is the second or third time since spring that this has happened. Unfortunately this time it was timed with the bank that sees my paycheck deposits having a computer meltdown. I had enough food and gas to get us through the weekend. But if the bank meltdown was major, we were screwed.
Maybe last night it finally hit me how vulnerable we are, even though I have things fairly financially under control. All the part-time jobs keeping us afloat. I know we have it so much better than many people. I should thank my stars.
However, next time the husband’s paycheck is late, due to boss-lack-of-planning-before-going-on-vacation, here’s what I plan to do:
— go to boss’s house
— say hello to boss’s lovely wife
— kick boss’s ass from one end of his house to the other for messing with our finances
— say goodbye and thank you to boss’s lovely wife
— write a resume for husband
If, by chance, the boss is reading this — you have been warned.