Little secret post:
Turns out I wasn’t paid due to the bank’s error, not my work’s. So uhm… I guess I’m not allowed to feel the rage toward work anymore, no matter how much I love it. I’m still not getting paid til next week sometime, so it still sucks. I phoned the bank yesterday to see what was going on. They said I had to go in for something. I asked what I needed to bring. They said my ID. So I brought my drivers’ license. I get there (it’s a half-hour drive to town) and give them my ID. “Oh, no, we need two forms of ID. Do you have your social insurance card with you?” Dur, no. So another half hour home, and another half hour back in. Which equals an hour and a half. For them to tell me “Yeah sorry, that’s our fault. Your payroll dep’t will have to send the payment in again, which will take a couple of days”.
Feh.
Hey, have you guys noticed I’ve only been writing sad things lately? THAT’S NO FUN.
In other news, uhm… there is none.
Oh wait, there is.
When I get paid? I’m buying new pants!
NEXT WEEK SOMETIME IS NEW PANTS DAY!
YAY FOR NEW PANTS!
… and the rest? Goes into the vault.
What bullshit. I’d be so fucking pissed at that bank, if it were me. I worked in banking for five years… they should have told you TWO forms of ID when you called. On top of the not getting paid thing being their fault, I’d be considering switching banks.
Except I wouldn’t, for fear of everything getting screwed up again, when you finally got it worked out.