The longer version
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mousmeSo, yes, the explanation. These are not in order of importance. I'm just ranting.
1- I received a letter from the government telling me I wasn't eligible for the medication insurance on which I rely very heavily. See, I was employed until June of 2003 with insurance, which means that my getting government insurance in October of that year was fraudulent, or something. Anyway, pending a review of my case (I filled in the fancy little form and mailed it out), I may find myself with retroactive charges for all my meds. That's more than $1000, if my calculations are correct.
In conclusion: fuck.
2- I have to switch my sleeping patterns somewhat, as I now start work at 7:30 am because my coworker Natalie can't get into the office at our new terminal at that hour (she doesn't drive and so relies on her husband, who has to drive their son to school first). This wouldn't be so bad, except that the terminal is now about an hour away by car. So I have the added joy of having to be up before the sun every day.
Conclusion: sucky, but not as bad as it could be.
3- Gas is fucking expensive. Not only is it fucking expensive, but now I'm seeing my gas costs double, if not triple. My company has yet to give me the gas card they promised, and it looks like they might try to weasel out of that because I'm not on the company payroll. If that happens, be sure to keep a sturdy umbrella with you at all times, because heads will come off, so help me God.
In conclusion: fuck
4- Pertaining to #3. I'm still not officially employed by Erb. I'm giving them an ultimatum on Monday. Either they hire me, or I give two weeks' notice. I will not, repeat will not subject myself to this any longer. Being a temp means I don't get paid statutory holidays. I have three days in December off, all within two weeks of each other. I can barely subsist on the paycheck I have now (notwithstanding the gas hike, which is another kettle of fish, see #3), never mind miss three days' pay.
In conclusion: fuck, again.
5- My cat is still sick. Not only is she still sick, she's getting sicker. Now she has some sort of bronchial infection, and we've had to move onto the heavy artillery in terms of antibiotics. So big horking pills (for a cat, anyway), and a cream for her eye, which is still inflamed, and more drops for the ears. Gah. My bank account hates me, and hates her more. I still love my kitty, but gah.
In conclusion: fuck.
6- I am having increasing doubts about the management at my company. Really. I wouldn't treat a dog I didn't like the way they treat some of their staff. The dock workers, to be precise. Christ on a crutch, but I was under the impression that without the guys on the dock there wouldn't be a company. They're given rotten equipment, not given warm enough protective gear, and forbidden to come into the office where we all work. They're not so much treated as second-class citizens as they're treated like bloody untouchables. It's fucking pathetic.
Conclusion? Fuck.
7- Actually, there's another set of second-class citizens in the office, namely, those who aren't friends of my supervisor and/or the terminal manager. My supervisor, in particular, treats Natalie like absolute shit. I have no idea why she, who is otherwise extremely outgoing and has no problems standing up for herself, puts up with it. He talks down to her, orders her around, and is generally speaking demeaning, dismissive, and a downright jerk. Think I'm exaggerating? Here's something he said to her, almost verbatim: "This conversation is over. Go back to your office, now." Like a dog. He ever speaks like that to me, I'll smack him. Or do something equally dire but non-violent, since I'm not a fan of physical confrontation.
In conclusion: fucking office politics. Bah.
7- It seems like everywhere I look, more of my friends or their family are getting cancer. I am entirely powerless to help, and it bloody well rips me apart to see them suffering. I realize that this is kind of selfish (in a "look how much I'm suffering because the people I know are sick" kind of way), but still... if I had a magic way to make it all better, I'd pounce on it in a heartbeat.
So, yes. The grand conclusion of all this?
Dear Universe,
Fuck you too.
I'm skipping a bunch, but that's this gist of why I'm pissed off at the Universe right now.
1- I received a letter from the government telling me I wasn't eligible for the medication insurance on which I rely very heavily. See, I was employed until June of 2003 with insurance, which means that my getting government insurance in October of that year was fraudulent, or something. Anyway, pending a review of my case (I filled in the fancy little form and mailed it out), I may find myself with retroactive charges for all my meds. That's more than $1000, if my calculations are correct.
In conclusion: fuck.
2- I have to switch my sleeping patterns somewhat, as I now start work at 7:30 am because my coworker Natalie can't get into the office at our new terminal at that hour (she doesn't drive and so relies on her husband, who has to drive their son to school first). This wouldn't be so bad, except that the terminal is now about an hour away by car. So I have the added joy of having to be up before the sun every day.
Conclusion: sucky, but not as bad as it could be.
3- Gas is fucking expensive. Not only is it fucking expensive, but now I'm seeing my gas costs double, if not triple. My company has yet to give me the gas card they promised, and it looks like they might try to weasel out of that because I'm not on the company payroll. If that happens, be sure to keep a sturdy umbrella with you at all times, because heads will come off, so help me God.
In conclusion: fuck
4- Pertaining to #3. I'm still not officially employed by Erb. I'm giving them an ultimatum on Monday. Either they hire me, or I give two weeks' notice. I will not, repeat will not subject myself to this any longer. Being a temp means I don't get paid statutory holidays. I have three days in December off, all within two weeks of each other. I can barely subsist on the paycheck I have now (notwithstanding the gas hike, which is another kettle of fish, see #3), never mind miss three days' pay.
In conclusion: fuck, again.
5- My cat is still sick. Not only is she still sick, she's getting sicker. Now she has some sort of bronchial infection, and we've had to move onto the heavy artillery in terms of antibiotics. So big horking pills (for a cat, anyway), and a cream for her eye, which is still inflamed, and more drops for the ears. Gah. My bank account hates me, and hates her more. I still love my kitty, but gah.
In conclusion: fuck.
6- I am having increasing doubts about the management at my company. Really. I wouldn't treat a dog I didn't like the way they treat some of their staff. The dock workers, to be precise. Christ on a crutch, but I was under the impression that without the guys on the dock there wouldn't be a company. They're given rotten equipment, not given warm enough protective gear, and forbidden to come into the office where we all work. They're not so much treated as second-class citizens as they're treated like bloody untouchables. It's fucking pathetic.
Conclusion? Fuck.
7- Actually, there's another set of second-class citizens in the office, namely, those who aren't friends of my supervisor and/or the terminal manager. My supervisor, in particular, treats Natalie like absolute shit. I have no idea why she, who is otherwise extremely outgoing and has no problems standing up for herself, puts up with it. He talks down to her, orders her around, and is generally speaking demeaning, dismissive, and a downright jerk. Think I'm exaggerating? Here's something he said to her, almost verbatim: "This conversation is over. Go back to your office, now." Like a dog. He ever speaks like that to me, I'll smack him. Or do something equally dire but non-violent, since I'm not a fan of physical confrontation.
In conclusion: fucking office politics. Bah.
7- It seems like everywhere I look, more of my friends or their family are getting cancer. I am entirely powerless to help, and it bloody well rips me apart to see them suffering. I realize that this is kind of selfish (in a "look how much I'm suffering because the people I know are sick" kind of way), but still... if I had a magic way to make it all better, I'd pounce on it in a heartbeat.
So, yes. The grand conclusion of all this?
Dear Universe,
Fuck you too.
I'm skipping a bunch, but that's this gist of why I'm pissed off at the Universe right now.
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Date: 2004-11-25 09:17 pm (UTC)*HUGS!*
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Date: 2004-11-25 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-26 07:13 am (UTC)1) I hate it the tangle of red tape and the non-clarity that comes with bureaucracy.
2) Dark mornings? Days are getting shorter anyways... it was probably bound to happen.
3) That's a bitch. Make sure to mention that too when doing #4. But yeah, having your own car has always struck me as a hideously big investment. Whcih is why I avoid it.
4) That's good... I recommended it before and am glad you've managed to move your non-confrontational to a fault quality to the sideline. Be sure to mention #3 with your demands. I just wish you had done it sooner... I figured your supervisor might need a kick in the head. Especially with #1 looming, I can understand the impetus that changed your mind, so to speak.
5) That's no good. :( Gretzky still doing badly, huh? It doesn't sound promising, I will admit. Still, here's hoping.
6) Sometimes, profit thrives on the misery of others. :\
7) I am not surprised. From day one, that's the impression I've gotten. There's something rotten in the state of Denmark... but office politics are always like that. Still, that is odd... maybe you can ask her. And, really, if you two kick up enoguh of a fuss and are willing to tough it out... from the way you describe it, collectively, you could bring the system to its knees.
8) Cancer? You too? It's bloody rampant... probably something to be said of how we treat our environment and pollutants, sadly. :(
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Date: 2004-11-26 10:12 pm (UTC)