What the hell?

Back office people kill me

So last week I noticed that deductions had not begun on my measly salary...which means no health insurance. Still. Realizing it had been a month since I initially submitted my automated telephone 'form', I picked up the phone.

The dude, so I don't call him the name I uttered under my breath, at my payroll company screwed up. And now it turns out he's done it again. I just checked my 'this is not a check' direct deposit confirmation slip, and they started deductions - but for a family.

Uh, that means roughly $120 a month than I thought I'd be paying.

Good god, this annoying. I'm not going to bore you with the details of how I know how stupid they are, but I'm dealing with a whole new breed of incompetence.

Grumble.

I am crabby.

I will be less crabby as of Thursday when I finish my academic relationship.

Did I tell you how the insurance guy asked me out for lunch over the phone?

Or, how I want to go to Coney Island before it closes?

Or, that my boss is really cool and casually mentioned I'd have to decide b/w working on a project with him or this developer?

Or, that my roommate and I had fun Thursday night; he getting stoned, I imbibing?

Or, that Shecky's was fun, even if I missed Alison and Cristina?
(Bad planning on my part. Actually, lack of planning made it slightly chaotic. But hey, the goody bag was worth it.)

I am pooped, and do NOT want to work over the weekend. But I will...for the draconian slimeballs that will cover my credit balance.

sigh.

But that's not now. I'm going to enjoy my time at the ranch (ok, it's not exactly the homestead- but it certainly is nice to have fresh cut flowers in the bathroom)

posted by irene @ 6/20/2003 11:58:00 PM