I was a little excited when a check arrived this week. Well, very excited... Okay, I did the running man for fifteen solid seconds while my roommates stared at me like I was insane.
It wasn't because of the money, though that's certainly reason to party, but because it was a union gig and one of my first EP checks. Kind of like the difference between the pay stub for your first real job, and the handwritten personal check for five dollars your grandmother sends for your birthday every year.
Sorry grandma, this is so much better.