Overtime?

So here I was, all happy and joyous about the awesome amount of overtime I've been getting the last week and a half (four hours last week, six hours so far this week), until I got my pay stub. That then forced me to look at my contract with the labour agency I'm working for, whereupon reading it I realized that I basically do not get overtime. As a prize for my extra hard work, I make a whopping $3.94 an hour more than my base wage. So basically all my overtime can by me a six pack of beer at the end of the week. That's as far as I can complain though, because more hours still means more money, and I'm happy to be saving it right now.

Now here's a cause for hope: I got a call from the Melbourne Police Department the other day asking me for the serial number of my stolen laptop. Apparently they had located a number of the same models through pawn shops and would run a search for my laptop. I'm not going to get my hopes up too much, as it is still a long shot, but if it is found the recovery of all my Papua New Guinea pictures is going to make me want to kiss someone. Hopefully there are no guys in arms reach...