I just spent four hours looking for my paycheck, in my apartment. My mom came over, early this morning, and moved a bunch of shit around... Long story short: "Hey, mom. I can't find my paycheck. You didn't accidentally throw it away, did you?" A ten minute long argument ensues.
I toss my apartment, looking for my
ing check... After four hours, I give up, call my boss and ask if I can get a new one. He makes it sound like it's going to be a huge ordeal, blah, blah, blah...
I get fed up, and look through my garbage. I get an empty back, and with reckless abandon, reach into my garbage, and transfer the garbage to the new bag... which is absolute torture for a guy like me. Well, after I legit vomit in the new garbage bag, I see my paycheck in the garbage.
(Yes. I did check my garbage, initially... but not the very bottom of the bag.)