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Can you pay me, please?

I wasn't prepared to not get paid. But then, I was working for a start-up.

That feeling when you schedule a 1:1 just to get the money you worked for. They give you the check, probably not knowing that you plan on leaving. If you told them flat-out that you were leaving, they would probably "forget" to pay you or just ghost on paying.

They finish the conversation saying "let's keep the conversation going." Then you get your money, by calling a meeting, explaining why you need the money (WTF) and what you plan to do for the rest of the month (but you don't-- you plan to leave).

And then you feel bad leaving. But you have to remember, they asked you to work for free, and you can't do that. So you take your last check and leave.

I've had to jump through hoops to get my last check many times before. What's worse than disappointing me with crappy culture and late paychecks, is wasting the very thing that keeps me going -- my time and energy.

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