Sunday, May 18, 2008

Okay, this is what has been delt

For the last 6-7 years, I've been blessed or completely lucky. I mean I've been incredibly happy. My luck has run out. I'm not blessed anymore.

I was laid off from my job at, let's just call them BAY D & D. I had this job for 12 years. The friends I had there were family. I miss seeing their bright smiling faces every day. Asking advice; giving it. Shoulders to lean and cry on. People to laugh with. We had so much fun while working our asses off. I have done so many different jobs for Bay D & D. Every time I would get used to or comfortable with one, they would move me to another. I kicked ass at my job. I totally had it down. I just knew at any minute they would change my job. Oh FUCK no, they laid me off. I have never felt secure in my job. Always the possibility of a lay off. For once, I felt safe. Our office was so busy there was mandatory overtime and they had suspended vacation. WTF. They announced 31 people were at risk. A job was offered to us in Pittsburgh, PA. I probably should have taken it. I just can't see moving my family all over the country for a job. Hell, they will probably lay off there as well at a later date.

The good thing....I do have six months of severance pay and health insurance. I finally received my first severance check to be received bi-weekly. It was sent out about a week late. I waited and waited for the second. I finally called. " We did not disburse a check for the weeks of 04/06-04/19". No shit, that is why I'm calling. This was a joke. Those bastards trained me to do great customer service, it was drilled into my head. Calling their payroll office was a nightmare. I spoke with three people before one of them could understand that they were supposed to disburse me a severance check. I could not speak directly with payroll, only to some outsourced retards who filled out trouble tickets. I was told I would be contacted in 24-48 hours. One full week and a day, and three trouble tickets later, someone called me back. This person said she would have "them" disburse a check. So, "they" direct deposited a check for $342 less than it was supposed to be.

"They" or "them" disbursed this two week check as a "lump sum" severance payment instead of a bi-weekly severance paycheck resulting in 25% more taxes being taken out; you know, the way our government taxes bonuses. I had the opportunity to take my severance in a lump sum but requested it in bi-weekly checks because this would save me a fortune in taxes.

Another week and another trouble ticket, I was told, tough, there is nothing wrong with the payment I received. I called my old HR manager for assistance and she told me she had spoken with payroll and I had never missed a check that I received all and cashed them as well. She also stated technically I no longer work for Bay D & D and not to call her.

So, what do I do? I called my union, they did not know their ass from a whole in the ground. The only time I've ever needed them; I was not impressed. I guess I will take Bay D & D to small claims court. It really pisses me off because I have wasted two weeks of my life on the phone with people who had no clue how to do their jobs. Now I will have to take them to court. God only knows how long that will take me. I WILL get my money....sons-a-bitches.

I have been billed incorrectly by my cable company, my shrinks office, and Bay D & D has decided to give the government $342 of my money because they forgot to send me a paycheck and when they did they disbursed it incorrectly. I have spent the last two weeks on the phone with billing offices and payroll offices. I'm not getting paid for it though. Oh dear God I hope I was more empathetic and adept than these people when I did customer service.

Whew...got that out. I'm trying to utilize all my insurance while I still have it. I went to get my deviated septum corrected. Right now I have both nostrils packed with sponges and a mustache bandage under my nose. I can not breathe at all through my nose. When I try to drink or swallow, my ears pop. I have drainage in the back of my throat and out my nostrils. With my luck, I'm surprised the doctor did not slip and give me a lobotomy during surgery. I'm on steroids and pain pills. I'm just a joy to be around right now. I want to rip these sponges out of my nose. I'm not sure I will be able to wait until Monday afternoon. I was going to post some pictures, but I did not want to scare anyone.

Thank you God for giving me the most wonderful husband. He has been so understanding and supportive. I guess I'm still blessed where that is concerned. Love you daddy.

I'm baaaack.

10 comments:

ZILLA said...

Keee-RIST!

Can you get a free consultation with a lawyer who specializes in labor law?

Can you get a hundred guys on Harleys to storm the human resources office?

Welcome Back, Becky! We're here for you!

fineartist said...

I'm so glad you decided to pick up the blog again. It's cathartic isn't it boo? I mean really where else can you dump all of this stuff and have it documented?

I know right now with tampons jammed up your nose, the ability to breath and smell ripped from you, and being absolutely cabin fever crazed, that you're feeling pretty low, and yeah, there's the fact that your kid ran out the door the minute you got into the shower, when he was supposed to be helping you out, did ya punch him in the wiener like I suggested?

I know things look pretty shitty right now, but look at it this way, at least mom didn't bring in all the kids and fifteen or so neighbor kids, and a couple of drunks for good measure, to HELP you out. Oh yeah sister, things could be worse, and when I say worse I'm talking way worse. Heh.

Sometimes when things turn to shit, they really are only preparing you for something better. A year from now I'm thinking that you will look back on this and think, to hell with Bay D and D, wow I just figured out why you used the Bay D and D, um I'm slow, mighty slow, but I get it now, but you'll look back on this time in your life and you will think, good riddance to that shit hole and honey, you are brilliant, capable, well trained, and skilled, you'll find a better job, one that will allow you the security and peace of mind that you deserve.

I have to believe that, and I have to believe that things happen for a reason, we don't always know what the reason is but there's a reason.

That place payed well, true that, but it also screwed you around at every opportunity, and then put you out of a job, the bastards.

Initiate subliminal message sequence:
(I wish you would move down here!!!)
Disengage subliminal message sequence...

I miss you and love you and when school gets out we are going to get our sister fix on.

Um until then, drink a podi sop, eat a pain pill and punch Deven in the winer for his aunt Lori.

Mooches on the nose, softly.

beckyboop said...

Lori,

You always cheer me up. Maybe not quite as much as punching Devin right in the weiner would, but damned close.

Love you

Jess said...

First off...WELCOME BACK!! I missed ya! :-)
Second..those no good sons-a-bitches...I hope they all develop crotch rot!
I hope things work out..I know they will though. Until then, I'm gona voodoo their asses..heh
btw..I would not have been scared by seeing you with tampons..err...bandages up your nose...I've seen worse.:p
Kudos to your Hubby too!!!
glad you're back!

Ange (formerly Writer Mom) said...

I love Zilla's idea.

And I'm sorry this is happening to you.

Unfortunately, it's happening to so many at the same time, it's all we can do to keep our own heads above water, let alone extend a hand to friends in need.

The good news is that you still have you, and I'm grateful for that.
And glad to see you back.

Kel-Bell said...

Awe Booper...

My heart just breaks for you.
Rainbow wishes coming your way my dear.

(I had to crack up at Lori's description of tampons up your nose though.)

If that don't cheer you up, I don't know what will.

fineartist said...

How did you know? I blasted that Alice Cooper song after the bell rang today, I had kids dancin' down the halls!!!

It was cathartic, and I don't think any one of them was as happy as I was to get the hell out of there, I was down right giddy!

xxooo

Sir James E. Watkins said...

Dear lord. How dreadful this sounds, and pains me to hear it does.

But if there's one thing I know for sure about my fried Becky, it's that she is headstrong to the max, and quite a resilient, while being caring and wonderful, creature indeed.

my love to you.

~ James

Sir James E. Watkins said...

that's supposed to be friend and not fried. But the latter my apply as well....

Sassy said...

Man, that so sucks. Sorry you are going through all of this. I am glad you have a good husband who is there for you. AND you have good friends, WE are all here for you.

Love ya, Aunt Becky!