Well, the day finally arrived. After giving so much blood, sweat, and tears (in symbolic sense, of course.) on the job, I received my very first paycheck. I wish you could have been day to bask in one of my finest moments of success.

Hours before my day's highlight, I had been around town with my oldest cousin, Danita, who came from out of town to see family and friends. We had gone to the mall, bumped into some friends, and talked about everything and nothing. After spending time there we worked up an appetite and skeedaddled to not just any Taco Bell, but my Taco Bell. Which was good, because it was pay day (cha-ching!)

After small talking with a co-worker about an upcoming concert we were both planning to attend and ordering my food, I had to sign some papers, yada-yada-yada, before I received my check. I couldn't wait to open it when Danita and I carried our food to one of the booths. Without paying immediate attention to my Chalupa, I ripped openned my check as neatly as my excitement could allowed. My eyes magnetically fell to the set of numbers at bottom. $112.42.

Joy!