Where's the Money?

I get my check from Kroger. It's a measly $43.00. But that's for 8 hours. Where's the check for the rest of the hours that I've worked? I'm convinced it's still behind the counter, even though I asked and she checked. I was supposed to get two hundred smackeroos for this week alone. Gotta pay that government loan.
Other than that news, I think I have social anxiety. I start freaking out when there is a lull in bagging and I get tired really easily. Fun, fun, cause I'm going to be working jobs back to back this Friday and Saturday.
Did I tell you about our bosses at Kroger? They're scary, scary women who enjoy making poor peons like me feel bad. As part of some sort of program, we have 4 or 5 of them overseeing us making sure we smile, make eye contact, greet, engage (I feel like Patrick Stewart) and thank the customer. With all these people greeting and thanking and helping them, they're going to think they are at some special resort and that those cucumbers in produce go on their eyes instead of their salad.
I'm not having fun seeing what people eat anymore, though it was cool to peek into their lives for a day or two. Now it's just a job. And the payoff's in the money...so where's the money?