Oh, no. they do not touch my paycheck.
So i sent back an equally snippy note about how if they really only wanted $100/month from me, I'd be happy to give it to them, but they still couldn't take it from my paycheck. I wondered over the weekend whether my tone was inappropriately aggressive, but nothing i could do but wait.
And what was in my box when i went into work last night? A handwritten apology.
I was a happy girl.
I also saw the reception manager (
not much to tell other than that ... michael's on nights, so we play phone tag before and after work. He says i'm not making him miserable, and i think he's an amazingly tolerant boy. i put him through too much, but knowing that still doesn't stop me.
I really need a haircut.
Apparently, my computer is finished. Alan just has to bring it by work. I quiver with excitement, and I'm looking forward to an exciting week of reinstalling everything.