Direct Deposit?
I noticed, upon arriving at work today, that my direct deposit had started. I called my bank to confirm. “Your account balance is:” The voice said, monotonously. “Forty-seven dollars and ninety-three cents.” Fuck. Direct deposit receipt on desk is supposed to mean money in bank.
We had a little party at work to celebrate. A year ago, we launched something wonderful—something that keeps all of us coming back to work every day, buzzing with excitement. It has been an exciting year of hard work. I have never before been involved in anything with such an impact. I really lucked out in getting my job.
Owing to the lack of funds, however, I started playing Civilization – Call to Power and didn’t even notice the time. At 2:45, I left my cubicle and headed to Lyon’s for some grub, noticing a new account balance as I was leaving. Right on.