Friday, October 08, 2004
I am often asked the questions, "But why do you have no self-esteem? Why don't you think anyone sees or is aware of you?"
And I can let loose with a litany of examples ranging from my family going on whole vacations without me, the planning of which I would only find out about because I would happen to walk into a room when they were discussing it, to the fact that no one ever remembers my name immediately (something I've said before, but "James" and "Eric" seem to be the preferred choices).
As far as I am concerned, however, the most glaring proof that not only am I justified in my view but that it's being enacted by a force far greater than myself is the fact that, with the exception of Joan who wrote checks from her own bank accounts to me, I have never had a job where I was paid on time. In every case payday has arrived and there's nothing for me. I take the issue up with the proper authorities and, oh, someone didn't file my ppwk in the right location, someone didn't give my ppwk to the correct administrator, some administrator did not sign this line or cross that 't'. Not once has the failure of my getting paid been attributable to something I have done, with the exception of persisting on existing.
And today, as noted in the previous post, I called work about my Direct Deposit and they said it would not have gone through yet and that around noon or 1PM I could go to my boss and ask for my check. I was there at 12:45 and the checks were all there. For my boss and his boss and their underlings, for the work-study students, for the non-work-study students, and the paystubs of those with Direct Deposit. All the checks, except for mine.
I calmly elevatored up to the fifth floor where I met with the same kind girl who told me that my Direct Deposit would not have gone through yet. She tip-tapped on her keyboard to find that my timesheets were turned in and that since there's no DD, that a check should have been cut for me, but being fairly new to the office she would have to wait for her supervisor to return from lunch to explain to her how to determine if a) my check was cut and b) where it is now.
Every case.
And I can let loose with a litany of examples ranging from my family going on whole vacations without me, the planning of which I would only find out about because I would happen to walk into a room when they were discussing it, to the fact that no one ever remembers my name immediately (something I've said before, but "James" and "Eric" seem to be the preferred choices).
As far as I am concerned, however, the most glaring proof that not only am I justified in my view but that it's being enacted by a force far greater than myself is the fact that, with the exception of Joan who wrote checks from her own bank accounts to me, I have never had a job where I was paid on time. In every case payday has arrived and there's nothing for me. I take the issue up with the proper authorities and, oh, someone didn't file my ppwk in the right location, someone didn't give my ppwk to the correct administrator, some administrator did not sign this line or cross that 't'. Not once has the failure of my getting paid been attributable to something I have done, with the exception of persisting on existing.
And today, as noted in the previous post, I called work about my Direct Deposit and they said it would not have gone through yet and that around noon or 1PM I could go to my boss and ask for my check. I was there at 12:45 and the checks were all there. For my boss and his boss and their underlings, for the work-study students, for the non-work-study students, and the paystubs of those with Direct Deposit. All the checks, except for mine.
I calmly elevatored up to the fifth floor where I met with the same kind girl who told me that my Direct Deposit would not have gone through yet. She tip-tapped on her keyboard to find that my timesheets were turned in and that since there's no DD, that a check should have been cut for me, but being fairly new to the office she would have to wait for her supervisor to return from lunch to explain to her how to determine if a) my check was cut and b) where it is now.
Every case.
promulgated by SWS2.1 at 13:01.
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1 Comments:
hi i just stumbled across your blog
"When you feel that nobody loves you, Nobody cares for you, and everyone is ignoring you, you should start asking yourself... Am I TOO sexy?"
you're not invisible, cheer up mate!
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