Catching up

Things have been surprisingly quiet in this space recently. Didn't go on a killing spree, didn't get arrested. But let's cut to the chase.
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Dear Corporation X Bean-counter Payroll Maternal Fornicator,

I know you don't give two shits about who I am, or that I've left Corporation X. But I would like to bring a few matters to your attention.

During the last pay period, I worked 92.25 hours. For the one shift I had in the new pay period, I worked 8 hours. How the FUCK do you explain paying me 81.25 hours (or whateverthefuck it was... stub is in the car). You're supposed to know numbers. You should be concerned with accuracy. But no. Just had to try and fuck me over at the end and hope I didn't notice, right?

Fuck you. Pay me.

Speaking of accuracy. I was employed by your ghetto-ass excuse for a company since Jan. 30, 2006 to March 16, 2007. In all that time, not once have you managed to spell my name correctly on my paycheck. I have mentioned this to three trainers, three supervisors and our assistant project manager. I had mentioned this to HR as well, but we all know that's a fucking waste of time.

Honestly. My last name isn't that fucking difficult to spell. It's five motherfucking letters. You assholes got one of them wrong. What. The. Fuck. I know it's not the easiest to pronounce, but you never had to say my name when the computer printed the check. Stupid fucks.

I know the issue will be corrected; the Hardest Working Man at Corporation X is taking care of it. I have no idea what's going to happen when he leaves and you people continue running payroll with cranial-rectal inversions. I feel for the people left behind to deal with your rampant incompetence. But you will pay me. If I have to go to the state labor board, I will get my money.

Fuck you very much.

The number formerly known as 89628

P.S. This is the definition of incompetence.
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On a completely unrelated note, I got the top of my wrist tattooed -- the Apple has a friend. I will have to post pics when it's healed, since the seeping/oozing stage started pretty early on this one.

I will be delaying purchase of my Macbook Pro (which was going to happen anyway) to get my phoenix done on my left leg. Jon said it would take quite a bit of time and will be pretty expensive. But I'm excited and I know it will be worth it. It's only taken me 2+ years to decide to really do it. Yay!
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In addition to starting a new job, I'll be moving.

Granted, moving sucks, but it will be very worth it to get out of the hovel I've been in. Hospitality has been OK, but there comes a point where you just want things like the shower to work. Or the AC/heater to work.

New location puts me a few blocks from Scott's place. Rent is affordable, I have a ton of space and I know the roommate won't fuck me over like the last dipshit I rented from.

So yeah. I get to pack and sort. And I don't really feel all that overwhelmed this time.

I think it's because most of my shit is still in boxes.

P.S. Taking time off between jobs was the best idea ever. So was filing my taxes early enough so I could have the money to live on!