Still In Kings Mountain

I’m still in Kings Mountain. I’d hoped to head out early this morning, but Mama had a surprise for me. Her car tag had been dead for 10 months. That had to be taken care of this morning, and that threw everything else off. After loading up, we wouldn’t be able to leave until later this afternoon. I don’t want to get started that late. We wouldn’t get to Saint Petersburg until the wee hours of tomorrow morning.
I’m sitting here with a lump in my throat. I talked to Victoria a while ago and found out that we didn’t get paid last week. I’m getting so fucking tired of not getting paid. You shouldn’t have to wrangle with your employer about little details like payroll. It’s not like it’s a one-time thing. If you paid us last week, why in the world would you forget it this week? This is ten degrees beyond ridiculous. And it’s set our resolve that we definitely need to look for other income. We can’t rely on this.
Honestly, I resent that I’m sitting in North Carolina early during Thanksgiving week, with money way beyond short, and I didn’t get paid. Now Mama and I aren’t 100% sure that we have the money to get back to Florida. I’d like to think that I don’t bear grudges, but memories of this will linger.