I am sitting in my other, earlier office. I came for one reason, and one reason only -- to get my paycheck. Apparently the Paycheck Fairy has locked my paycheck in her paycheck-holding-cabinet and taken the paycheck-holding-cabinet key. I sit, bereft of paychecks. I sit until she calls so I can ask if I can wander into Queens to pick up the key and wander back and get my check. I even called to let everyone know that I would be arriving at 6 to pick it up.
Color me insanely frustrated. The capricious nature of the Paycheck Fairy, who seems to take an inordinate amount of pleasure in tormenting the freelancers in this particular office, left early and has stymied my efforts to be paid once again.
Were my life a movie, this would be the point in which the brave protagonist, having suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and borne up with remarkable grace and aplomb, would fall down and begin to weep.