My contracting agency is staffed by morons. They somehow heard “I need to talk to her before she leaves” as “No, don't pay her this week” and now I am not getting my regular direct deposit or the reimbursement for my travel last week, which I desperately need for stuff like rent and food, never mind books, until god only knows when a f*ing paper check shows up. What the hell?
In and of itself, this would not be so bad, except that my bank, which also sucks, hasn't got branches out here, so I can't deposit the manual check they are mailing me into the account from which several bills and automatic payments will be coming in the next few days. Damn it. Will this shit never end?
Between loan screw-ups, time-sheet approval screw ups, outstanding travel expenses amounting to more than a weeks pay, and all the crap I need to deal with in the next week, I am royally boned and more than a little cranky. No wonder I couldn't sleep last night.
Why these agency shits would be so astonished that I actually *need* to get paid on time and in the regular way is totally beyond me.
At least I get to see Someone tonight. That always helps somehow. Not that I expect him to solve my problems for me, but somehow it doesn't seem like anything can really hurt me when he's around. Maybe drive me a little nutty, but not really hurt me.
Oh well. I guess they are snail-mailing me my regular salary, which I can, admittedly, deposit into my new bank here, but I'm not sure what the hell I'm going to do about the outstanding stuff with the old bank. Now I just want to go home and cry though.
1 comment:
You an me both.
At least you'll get your money eventually.
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