The plan for going to space was to get a job and get paid. You thought I was doing this for free? Hahaha.
The way all of us kids on board the Gallantine usually get paid is with cashsticks. Yeah, they still use those; funny, I thought we were in the world of future technology. Not so much. I've got to go to a bank and plug it in and download the funds to my account, and it's the best because I can't use the money until it's in my account. Cashsticks are awesome, right?
Thanks to Our Glorious Captain, they changed the rules a couple weeks back so that anyone's pay can get put straight into our accounts. The captain and Tricia used to get this anyways (duh) but now all of the lower crew can do it too, unless they're in love with cashsticks and their bank and can't wait for an excuse to visit.
Even though it was really rough to break up with my best friends the cashsticks, I switched over. Sounds easy, right? Ha, not on this ship.
Lena, the CFO (chief financial officer), gave me what was supposed to be my last cashstick (sad, right?) after I finished a mountain of paperwork to finish the cashstick breakup because they take forever to process it. Then I logged onto planetside wireless that night and checked out my bank records and saw that pay for two weeks was going through into my account from ship control.
Here's the problem: I think their awesome communication system failed and weren't supposed to give me the newest cashstick, cause I'm only supposed to be getting two weeks pay right now. Lena's planetside, so I can't talk to her, but I've gotta or else they're gonna sue me for stealing. Yeah, great, give me 150 extra dollars and then freak out. Smart idea, ship control.
-Terry S.
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