Oooh! Payday!

I am the distributor of the checks here at work. The mail guy brings all one hundred fifty to me in a big interoffice envelope. I spend the next hour sorting the checks by department, and then I give stacks of checks to each of the AVPs. I always thought it was a joke that people got so excited about getting their checks on payday, but it's the truth. They sense me walking by and stare and say things like "I bet you're popular today" and "oooo! payday!"

I appreciate being ready to get your check. It's the only reason we're here after all. We don't do it for the love of the financial district. At least I don't. Thing is, these aren't even real checks I'm passing out. They're just statements telling us how much money was automatically deposited into our checking accounts. I am popular at work for handing people a piece of paper that actually doesn't contain any money.

Today, when the mail guy brought me the big manilla envelope, the dreaded words passed my lips..."OOOH! Paychecks!" I said it softly, but still. I was taken by the sheer surprise of seeing the envelope. I'd forgotten today was the day. This was compounded by my overdrawn checking account.