So, that twenty hours of OT I worked last week? That twenty-five sales I fought tooth and nail for and that stupid fucking bonus I missed because I got sent home early for being on OT? That $1,000 paycheck after taxes that I'm getting on Friday?
Yeah, every penny of it except for $100 for food for the next two weeks—$50 less than usual—is going to Ma and CJ on Thursday.
Also, every last one of the $33 I have this moment is going to be given to them as soon as I get home too.
All this and I still get yelled at and treated like I'm nine.
