Just Exactly Who's the Duck Here?

It's not like I'm looking to be ticked off, really. I mean, I'm truly trying to have a cheerful and optimistic view on life in general. This is the holiday season, after all. But sometimes, it feels like there are outside forces working against me. (And before you even think it, let me point out that it's not paranoia if they really are out to get you!). As some of you already know, my husband is a member of the United States Air Force Reserves, a fact that I am extremely proud of. As a member of the reserves, Randey does 2 days of military duty a month. These days are referred to as "UTA's" and are usually performed the first weekend of every month. On average, pay for UTA's is received approximately 10 days after completion. Well. Let's do some math, shall we? The first weekend of this month was the 1st and 2nd. Today is the 18th. That's 16 days, am I right? And the UTA pay has yet to arrive. Normally, this would cause me only a tiny bit of annoyance. But this month is the month where all our money traditionally races out of our personal coffers and into that of every store within a 50 miles radius (we do so like to support our local economy during the holiday season). However, since someone, who will probably remain forever nameless to me (they will if they're lucky, anyway!), failed to do their job properly, the UTA timesheets were not processed correctly and therefore, we gots no UTA mon-nay. This is making me unhappy. Waaaaaaaay unhappy. Upon inquiry, Randey was told that he would probably receive payment the 24th. Woo-hoo! Just in time for the last-minute run to the store for black olives and a roasting pan! So I ask you...just who is the Scrooge McDuck here? Me, for wanting that UTA pay when it was supposed to be here? or Uncle Sam, for dragging his butt and thinking payment on the day before Christmas is, while late, quite effort enough? I'm going with Uncle Sam on this one. 'Cause yeah, missing 2 lousy days worth of pay can make my Christmas experience just that much less cheery. Luckily, I'm willing to put my best foot forward and press on. (Okay, so technically, I'm willing to put my best credit card forward, but you get my point, right?)
Merry Christmas, Ya'll!