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Live from New Orleans: I hate Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Payday. Its starts Wednesday the attempt to get money into the account. And the run-around. Me:” Anyone have any money for me? Him: “Im sorry the overseas transfer hasnt cleared.” Her: “Oh I forgot to send it to the insurance company. I told you to submit it to the insurance company when we started.” Him: “Well, You havent quite finished– the paint is still a little thin on the drain pipe.” Her: Ring Ring Ring — no answer. Him: “Ill have it for you next week, I promise.” Her: “Here is a check but Ive had to postdate it. Cause I just dont have the cash right now.” Him: “Oh, well, my flight has been delayed due to storms in the midwest.” Me (publically): “Hey no problem at all. No biggie.” Me (privately): “Holy fucking shit. How the hell am I going to keep this going?” So I start calling the credit cards: “Just out of benign curiosity– what is the rate on the account?… and do you have any introductory-type rates or any balance transfer type rates or anything. “No sir no sir.” Holy shit! The workers are going to lynch me.. Holy Shit. I didnt pay everybody last week I cant do this again… And so on. Every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday…