tim’s thought property

My paycheck was supposed to be in my hand on Friday. I went to work, on my day off, with Marc, to get it. When we walked in, at 12:30, I was told that the cheques should arrive by noon. So, Marc and I went outside to decide what to do. You see, I had planned to get my cheque, cash it at the bank and get back to my end of town. I also planned to have a car. As it so happened, Marc was driving, and he had to prepare songs for a show. Ultimately, we had a limited time frame with which to work.

Marc and I returned two other times, about hourly. The third time, I left Marc’s cellphone number with the explicit instructions to call on arrival of the cheques. We went on to buy our Broken Social Scene tickets at Into the Music. Now, I had no money to do so, so Marc was going to cover it. We were told that cash could only be used, and the tickets were $24 even. The clerk put the two tickets on the counter, then Marc payed. For his. He had only enough cash for himself. I didn’t know this until I pocketed the ticket, and have the clerk ask ever so politely “Did you pay for that?” Man, was I ever embarrassed, and the clerk tried not to make a deal out of it. He told me where there were ATMs in the Exchange, and so we found one which gave me almost the last of my savings. I returned to pay for the ticket which I had so eagerly assumed already was.

On Saturday, Tim and I went out for breakfast with Tim [Froese] our old Drama teacher turned recent sculptor. We caught up over a diner meal, then saw his workshop. We were in the West End, near my work, so we went to check for the cheque. I was given this wonderful information - the plane bound from Seattle with the cheques, landed in Ontario by mistake! On it’s way out it was grounded due to a fog patch, so it wouldn’t get to Manitoba until Monday. If I needed, the store could give me an emergency cash out. I didn’t need it, but I was running on empty. Luckily, I did get paid by Gill and Josh, so I was subdued for the time-being.

Today, I went back to work, for my shift, and I was asked if I had gotten my money yet. I said I would pick it up today. Then, I was told another interesting piece of information - the supervisor on Friday was someone who isn’t normally at our store; and they had put the cheques in the safe, where no one thought to look. So, the money was always closer than we’d ever thought. In essence, I could have had it on payday.
I was irritated at the lending I needed to get by the weekend, since I really had money, but since it wasn’t in my bank account, I couldn’t use it. I would have much rather had it where it ought to have been. But all in all, the entire situation was quite funny. The story about the fog was interesting, I wonder if it really did happen.