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I was laid off Tuesday. Best part is, because ACS doesn't "have" to pay me out my PTO (over 24 hrs worth) they won't be. So, not only is it a "fuck you," it's a "fuck you, and I'm kicking your puppy too." Or well, maybe the lack of severance pay on top of that is a "I'm going to immolate your puppy too."
I signed up for unemployment on day one, and now the waiting game has begun. Unemployment won't be enough to make my spot of rent, though. I know it. I've brushed up my resume, and have been applying to dozens of places each day. I have wrangled my cellphone back from my g/f confiscating it, and keep staring at it, hoping for someone to call.
I went to the SSA office yesterday to get a replacement SS card, in order to get a replacement state ID since mine expired at the end of April and I'd never quite gotten around to replacing it, and their response was that a certified birth certificate was not sufficient evidence of my DOB to identify me. I'm baffled by this. Utterly. Baffled. So now I have to pay some hospital that I remember going to as a child to print me stamped medical records. I mean to say, that's the last time I went to a doctor. Crazy right...
And of course, I'm still fighting with Aetna to recognize the fact that Melissa is my domestic partner. 4 months later. Never mind that now it's going to be even more ridiculous finding out what I have to do in order to get her covered under COBRA. Or if ACS is dick enough to tell me I can't do that either, after having her on my plan to start with. She HAS to stay in coverage until she gets her treatment. She just... does...
All the things starting to go right over the past couple months, actually seeming to get ahead slightly in the financial area... all of it will be gone again. Worse, I'm out of plastic to stick it on. I don't get the point anymore.
Tue, Jun. 16th, 2009, 06:41 pm
[ carnal ]
Whoever it was that thought it was funny to require OT that involved me coming into work at 9:30am instead of my normal 11:30am, please stand up.
Your entrails must be properly stretched out in order for me to fully enjoy their taste -- sitting will make them all bunched up, and that simply will not do.
So... haaa...
Moving today. No turkey for me. I don't know how we're supposed to pay rent along with the movers on Saturday, but that's never really stopped me before from just doing it. I'm sure the magical extra few hundred dollars will materialize mere hours before the movers get here, not entirely dissimilar to how it did when I moved down to NC.
Right?
PS - God must hate me. I was two weeks late for you-know-what, and it just HAD to be on the week I was moving. Headache and cramps along with muscle aches and general bruising from boxes = very unhappy Ka.
PPS - Shoujo Sect 2 is still stuck on final encode. I should learn to encode the shit myself, too, apparently. Then I really could do everything except for translate.
PPPS - I really don't care anymore. Life can go away. Seriously.
HOLY SHIT. I was totally unawares that I'd reached Kindergarten over again.
So today, I decide to go out of the room on my lunch break. I get my bag and start to walk out the door. Some lady is KNOCKING ON THE DOOR. I stop with the door partially open as I try to get out, and she's already trying to push past me. So I stand in the doorway. "Sorry, do you have your badge?"
"My badge?" Blank stare for a moment. "Oh, yeah, sure." Puts up her hand with her purse in it to the door like she's got it inside there. It doesn't beep.
I stare quietly at her. She gets frustrated. "Look I have a lot of stuff in my hands!"
"Okay, but I can't let you in. Could you step back?"
She steps back, and it's obvious she's still trying to slide through the door, so I close the door. And don't even turn back as I leave, but I do hear her knocking again.
So, end of the night comes, and the same lady stopped me. Asks me my name, I tell her it's Tara. She tells me that she felt I was "rude for shutting the door in her face," when she had her hands full like that. And that I said "step back" rudely. Mind you, her tone was filled with attitude.
I apologized briefly, and said if she had an issue with it she could certainly speak with Marcus (the late-nite sup). She then re-hashed the same stuff. I didn't bother to apologize this time. Told her she could take it up with Marcus and I asked her name. "It's Gina. And Marcus is here right now! Let's do it now!"
Go in there. By that time, she'd forgotten my name... yet when she started out, "This girl... she... what was your name again?"
Marcus looks at me a quick moment and seemed to be asking "uh huh?" and says "Tara?"
"Yeah, that's it." And then gets suddenly silent, probably seriously admonished for forgetting. And well that Marcus knows my name when I've only been on the floor for a week or so. So Marcus looks to me.
"So I guess Gina here seems to have some problem with feeling that I was rude when I denied her access to the room earlier. That when I asked her to step back that it was rude, and that I shut the door in her face."
Marcus looks this entire time to Gina. Staring into her. I kept my eyes on him, because I don't want to look accusing. Didn't even have to be. "Well... Tara was right for denying you access to the room."
Gina didn't have much to say after that, so I excused myself politely by saying I would be going home now.
Walking out to the lobby, see one of the other coworkers that's by the door, whom I'd sidejacked with during training. I tried to ask her what she thought about Gina's bringing this up. She proceeded to ream me a new one also for shutting the door in her face and that Marcus had been right there saying to let her in and she was right there so she should know and so on. I was about to say "then why did Marcus tell me two minutes earlier that I was right for doing it?" but... God so not FUCKING worth it.
Rawr. Not my day.
Wed, Oct. 1st, 2008, 04:39 am
[ blargh ]
Damn sleepy... feh. And got the workraw for Shoujo Sect 2 all late tonight, so all the typeset will have to wait til tomorrow... ~_~;
( politcal quiz thingy )
So, work's newest means to fuck with my day is to disable any browsing whatsoever in Firefox Portable unless it's through their shit-faced proxy which blocks... well, everything. Including the .zip files we need to download from the Philips website to test things out for customers on our system etc.
SO.
I've taken liberties to apply to basically any jobs I could find whatsoever even remotely within my job field all last night and some of tonight. Paying me $10/hr with no chance of ever getting a raise, taking away direct deposit since you decided to switch banks over a year ago and then promising to get it "resolved as quickly as possible," promising me a one-year embroidered t-shirt that should take "no more than eight weeks to get back" and it's now been three months (mind you, my 1-year anniversary was in January, that's just when they offered me the form to do it), not paying me my bonus money from H&R block when I first started working for you (after I'd stayed in the top 25% of agents at MINIMUM because I know for a fact that 75% of the workforce was cut after the first week or so, and then telling me I wasn't getting them because the "standards" had changed, but then not telling me what the standards are for the duration of the 4-month project, or for that matter any time to current)... and now, this.
Sento, your grievances have stacked long and hard in my very brief one and a half years with you. And that is goddamn sad. I refuse to continue these shenanigans any longer. Your raping of my technical skills (exactly how many more skillsets am I on than the average agent? I believe it was 5 at last count) will be coming to a quick and messy end. And when you finally fall off the face of the corporate ladder I will spit upon your splattered corpse.
And fucking enjoy it.
BUT!
Moving on to a lighter subject... due to the utter (and frankly amazing) kindness of a very good friend... I now have enough money to get a new video card. I ordered this, and I shall be so very happy, as I will be able to play veritably any game I could ever want to with it. I'm... not sure how I will handle this. I've not been able to do that for 12 years. And that's a long bloody time, I tell you what.
Anyway. Friday is D-Day for the system. You should probably all get out life rafts just in case -- because if for any reason the video card does not solve the problem with my system, then I will flood the world with tears. Srs bsns. Don't end up like the Titanic, m'kay?
So, fire_senshi, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 3% unique (blame, for example, your interest in mui maggie) and 8% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy games). When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are wary of trusting strangers. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.
Your overall weirdness is: 54(The average level of weirdness is: 28.
You are weirder than 92% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
Tell me a canon and I shall respond with my...
1. One True Pairing Ship:
2. Canon Ship:
3. "If this happens I'll stab my eyes out with a spork" Ship:
4. "You are one sick bastard" Ship:
5. "I dabble a little" Ship:
6. "It's like a car crash" Ship:
7. "Tickles my fancy but not sold just yet" Ship:
8. "Makes no canon sense but why the Hell not" Ship:
9. "Everyone else loves it but I just don't feel it" Ship:
Ya know you're simply beat when...
Your own CAR Rick-rolls you.
That happened to me tonight, guys. Really!
A little help needed, el-jay.
Why the FUCK am I so abysmally unlucky?
Did I kill someone's puppy while I wasn't paying attention or something?
Posted my ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) yuri_challenge fic this round finally. Kinda a bit late, even with the extension.
Title: Devotion is the Perfect Lie
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fire_senshi
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Adrian Andrews/Celeste Inpax
Rating: PG-13 to R
Warnings: Depictions of suicide. Very dark stuff, people. Spoilers for 2-4+. Badly written, cliched, yet I posted anyway. T_T
Request: Devotion.
Summary: A brief look at the events, and into Adrian's mind following the events, that occurred two years prior to Case 2-4.
Word Count: 1283.
( Ye gods, I think this is enough to depress anyone... )
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