You Can't Bring Me Down

Today is my 80's montage of putting together a portfolio, dusting off the suit and practicing my call-out burst designs to the tune of Bob Seger.
I'm fortunate to have a large collective of friends/associates in the design industry. I'm also fortunate that many of them are extending a helping hand in finding me some work (freelance mostly, but it's all positive in my book).

Sleep was hard to come by last night. Worrying about my interview (tomorrow), trying to line up something else if that interview doesn't work out, but mostly about whether or not I'll receive my last due paycheck from Jackass Inc.

I've gone over the scenario a thousand times in my head and almost never do I just get my check and go on my merry way. Carl is notorious for not paying his bills (and being slimier than anything Andrew Zimmern has ever eaten). I'm hoping that my awareness of his crooked ways, before I even started working there, has helped me build up enough dirt on him. I should be able to get my money by merely suggesting I mention any number of this bafoon's bullshit actions to the proper authorities.
It would be nice if it didn't have to get to that, but I really think it will.
I haven't seen his awful-club-shirt-wearing-cause-that-makes-me-creative, snaggletoothed grin in 24 hours and I still hate him.