My day got worse. I had an email awaiting me when I came back, dripping puddles, into the office and plopped down into my chair. It was time to do payroll. I’d been dreading this day; afraid I’d find out that my paycheck wouldn’t cover my rent. Unfortunately, I was smart to be afraid. Cat was paying me more than minimum wage, but barely. I printed checks for me, Brad, and Trisha. It irked me that Trisha’s check was for more than mine. Never mind the fact that she’d worked mo...