Finally made it home. I got suckered into staying late ("for only about 30 minutes, I'm sure", said my supervisor) and ended up staying until... I don't know, 8:15 or so. But that wasn't even the worst part.
No, the worst part was when this other temp who works there came up to me (while I was in the middle of trying to get a FedEx package up to the reception desk before the deadline, which I missed because of this guy) and started bitching about how our temp agency was screwing him on his hourly rate.
Me: What do you mean, they're screwing you on your hourly rate?
Him: Well, I checked my paystub and I'm getting a dollar lower per hour than I used to when I worked here.
Me: Oh. Well, I've always gotten the same rate.
Him: I mean, I used to be getting paid $22/h, now I'm just getting $21/h.
Me: Well, I've been getting $17/h since July.
So I've been getting fucked over by my agency for 6 months. No wonder I'm so fucking broke. Goddammit. I gotta call those guys and see what the hell is going on.