Subscribe to RSS Subscribe to Comments

Iron Fist

the incompetent shall inherit the earth

It seems like the great paradox of the Western world is that our highly advanced techno-economy is able to function as well as it does, considering that our nation’s businesses seem to be staffed entirely by morons and other assorted completely helpless individuals.

Take, for example, my old work. They seemed understanding enough when I told them I was quitting, even though I was taking business away from them by doing so since the contract they had to provide work for my new employers dissolved on the last day I was there. They even were happy to let me work for them an extra week when my new job was having trouble getting all my paperwork assembled in time. But some how this efficiency and diligence didn’t carry over to making sure I got my last paycheck on time.

I had dropped by the offices of my old work about a week after I transitioned to the new job, as my old boss had called to tell me that they had some checks for me. I dropped by and picked up one check for one day’s worth of work to cover the time they forgot to pay me for Labor Day, and another that was a payout of my accumulated vacation hours. I was surprised that I didn’t get my last week’s worth of work on either of those checks, but assumed it would just be deposited to my account the next Friday on the usual scheduled payday.

Well, Friday came and went, and no money appeared in my account. Concerned, I sent an email to my old boss, asking her what the story was.

Corporate automatically sends you your last check when they process the termination paperwork [she replied]. I don’t quite understand what went wrong.

“I don’t really understand what went wrong either,” I sent back. “But that’s okay, I don’t really need to know. Please just send me a check for the week’s worth of work that I am owed, and we’ll call it good.”

Time passes. A week later I send another email asking if they’d figured out yet how to write a check for the amount I was owed.

Well, they are going back and forth at corporate, trying to figure out who is responsible for paying you. I will let you know when I hear something.

“Do they have a check-writing department?” I asked. “Really, I think that they would be best suited to meeting my needs, by writing me a check. I don’t really care who is responsible. I don’t need a CSI: Bureaucracy Land-style forensic break down of what went wrong. I really just want my money.”

By the end of the week, after a few more email exchanges (if you call me repeatedly sending emails asking about the status of my last check an ‘exchange’) I found the following email in my inbox:

The corporate office says they sent you a check in the mail late last week. So you should see it any day now. Thank you.

“Fantastic!” I sent back. “I’m assuming you processed the change-of-address I sent you over a month ago, before my last day, right?”

I didn’t get a reply to this.

The Post Office came through for me and forwarded my last check; it came in the mail last Friday. Rejoicing that I had been paid, I went out to a show that night without giving it another thought. The next morning I sat down and opened up the envelope, and — you know what’s coming, right? — it was for the wrong amount. I had been shorted by a day.

Amazed by the incompetence of this organization, and frustrated by their almost total inability to get a simple thing right like paying me for a single week’s wages, I thought at first about just forgetting about it and saying “close enough”, but then I realized that this would mean that I worked a whole day for them for free.

It’s back to emailing morons again this week. Wish me luck.

office supplies

So long as my department continues to use my workspace for storage, I might as well get this in my office as well.

beerfridge2.jpg

beerfridge3.jpg

Just sayin’.

(Vedo Max via Makezine.)

outed

I’m in a meeting room with one of my coworkers and my boss, waiting for the rest of the attendees to arrive before we start.

Me: Everyone have a good weekend?

Boss: Yeah, it was good.

Coworker: The get together at [the Departmental Director]’s house on Friday night was cool.

Me: Oh, sweet. Did a lot of our department go to that?

Coworker: Yeah, a lot did!

Boss: You didn’t make it, though.

Me: No, I know. I ended up going go-kart racing with my friends.

All: [laughter] Awesome!

[The Director walks in to the meeting room and takes his seat.]

Coworker: Hey, [Director], I was just talking about how nice your house was.

Director: Yes. [Looks directly at me.] How come you weren’t there?

Me: Sir! I do regret not being able to be in attenda-

Boss: He was go-kart racing! Haw! Haw!

Me: [complete mortification]

Director:

***

I do not think I am happy with my boss today.

I don’t need this today

Dear co-workers,

Please just shut up. I don’t need this today.

Normally I am distantly amused by your griping about things that matter not a whit in the larger scheme of things, and your pettiness, and in your case, C., your incredibly stunted emotional maturity level, but today just take it somewhere else.

“Did you take care of this request for me?”

Did you follow the protocol like you’re supposed to?

“What? Can’t you just set it up?”

If you haven’t gotten the authorization you need then the answer is no. We went through this all last time so I know this is nothing new to you.

“I don’t want to have to call you at home tomorrow if this isn’t set up right.”

Well. It turns out I don’t want you to call me at home, either. So kindly follow the fucking steps we’re required to go through in the future instead of dumping this on me at the last minute.

Yes, K., go home. That’s fine. You would just end up making needless work for me if you stayed by asking me questions that have nothing to do with what we’re working on. No, C., I’m not going to go to lunch and gossip with you, I’m not in the mood for your childishness today. Make that sulky pouting face if you want, it might make your boyfriend knuckle under but you should have figured out by now it has no effect on me. For fuck’s sake, D., I don’t know how much more explicit I can make this email so you can understand what I’m trying to ask you.

Of all the days to have an issue with connecting to the remote site, today this is not what I needed. We need better equipment, I swear these Win-boxes were thrown together by monkeys.

Would it have killed me to have swallowed my goddamn pride and said goodbye to her last night before I left? Asshole.

“Is this all set up and ready to go now?”

It’s as set up as it’s going to get considering you didn’t want to make the arrangements you were supposed to make.

I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, some days.

I am going to glare at this monitor until the tube explodes or it turns into a starfish.

and now for something mildly amusing

Ten AM is usually about the time that I get tired of sitting at my desk and head downstairs to talk to the girls at the coffee stand. And get some coffee. Sometimes.

On one particular morning I was shooting the breeze with one of the girls and she said, “Hey. Have you seen ‘House of Cosbys’?”

“I–what?”

“‘House of Cosbys.’ My boyfriend got it for me through iTunes. It’s about this guy who builds a cloning machine in his basement and clones Cosby because he wants to have his own personal Cosby. Then he makes a few more, and they have their own specialities…”

“Kind of like Multiplicity?”

“Yeah…but with Cosbys instead of Keatons.”

I shrugged. “I’ve never seen it. But I’ll have to check it out.” And I went home and dug it up on Google video.

[kml_flashembed movie="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=8280066730307092994" width="400" height="326" wmode="transparent" /]

There are supposed to be five episodes total, but like so many genius ideas the series started out strong and fizzled into…well, ‘not-so-funniness.’ This one is the best, I think.

« Previous PageNext Page »

Based on FluidityTheme Redesigned by Kaushal Sheth Powered by WordPress