Despite my worst fears (well, not my worst fears, but some distressingly dreadful fears nonetheless), it didnít rain all day today. It rained enough that I used the windshield wipers on my way to the post office this morning. It rained enough that I slipped in the mud as I walked out to the mailbox this afternoon. It rained enough to keep the birdbath filled to overflowing. But it didnít rain all day, and for that Iím grateful.
After scrambling for money all week, I got a check in the mail today. It was a small one, but enough to keep the heat and lights on for a few more days. I brought it home from the post office, prepared the deposit, and then took it to the bank (where I waited in line for fifteen minutes for the second day in a row). But thereís a positive balance in the company account again, at least for now.
It wonít last long, if Tim has anything to say about it. No sooner did I get home from the bank than I got a call from him. Heíd told one of our suppliers that we would pay them today. The bill isnít even (technically) due yet, but °Zas! There went ten percent of the paltry few dollars Iíd just deposited. I should never have answered the phone.
Thatís a good policy any time, whether I have money or not. People trying to get paid donít want to hear that I donít have any money, thatís for sure. And if I do have money, I donít necessarily want everybody to know it. I need to be able to pick and choose who gets paid. What I donít need is for Tim or the Boss to make promises that I have to keep.
Anyway, Iím not complaining. (Well, I guess I am.) I do have money, and after paying the most urgent bills, I managed to save enough to get through next weekís payroll. After about Tuesday or Wednesday, Iíll be back in panic mode again. I should be numb by now, but it never really gets easier.