Can I start today over yet?

[trinityvixen]

Sigh. There is a mass conspiracy here, and I'm the one being conspiracied against.

I started working June 14. It's now July 21st, and I have not received paycheck, papers for benefits, information on union details, gone to a seminar for new hires, nor have I gotten an ID badge. Yesterday, sweet, ignorant yesterday, I actually decided asking after the affairs of this mess was not prying (not after 5-6 weeks of working), and because of that got my papers to get an ID badge.

It's been all downhill from there. Correction: it's been all downhill with this stuff from the outset, it's only now getting to the trenches, is all. So, I not only am told to go to the wrong office by Vanessa (who otherwise has been sooooo diligent about trying to overcome the ineptitude of human resources, I will say nothing against her after this ordeal), but I waited all day yesterday, didn't leave to eat lunch until I got the papers at 3 pm, only to be told by the guard at security that they were done for the dayat 3, and I'd have to come back tomorrow. Dejected, I resigned myself to that for this morning.

Cut to this morning, and I head right for the desk. You know things are going to the shitter when the lady looks you over and asks why you've only got one paper instead of two. Then she starts making phone calls and asking questions. "It says here...[blah blah blah], but you don't look like an officer to me, you're probably a casual hire." NO, I say, I'm support staff (picked that up from Vanessa talking to the lady on the phone yesterday-and that lady? sounded like Luna Lovegood: dreamy and spaced), and I'm a laboratory techinician A." Then she goes into the "well it says ......." and then the kicker: "How far away is your department?"

That is cue for me to nearly scream. Basically, she wanted me to go back to the lady who gave it to Vanessa and get a new letter. I got it from Vanessa, and she tried calling her, no luck. I get a business card stapled to my letter and sent away. I was so close to tears....TEARS OF FUCKING RAGE. WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THIS GODDAMNED PLACE????? I come, I do whatever work I have to do, I stay the day if I don't have work, and I ask...I ASK if there's more!!!! I've worked a month plus now with no money coming in, on good faith, and every time I try to validate that hey, I really do work here, I get slapped in the face. I ran into Vanessa on the elevator and gave her the letter. She had the grace to be annoyed that the letter was in fact amiss for not having my details properly documented. The woman responsible wasn't even to her desk yet when Vanessa called again, but she's promised to come get me when the new letter arrives.

I really do want to cry. Or kill. Or both. By the time I get the letter, I bet it's too late again, that's "too bad, sonny" and a pat on the back for trying again. Fucking bureacracy. I had to call three times--THREE TIMES--to get the ethernet setup, not including calls to make to get the jack installed in the first place. The sink from Monday is still not fixed, and my badge is still in that happy place called YOU WILL NEVER GET IT-land. On top of this, I try making an agarose gel, which then feels the right to leak through the tape on the edges and all over the workbench. So, not only will I have poisoning or cancer from the ethidium bromide and agarose in the gel that prolly got on me plenty, I won't have a leg to stand on in court if I try to say it happened here because there's never going to be a record of me ever being employed!!!!! (five exclamation points = madness, according to Terry P., so that's good enough for me)

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[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Heh, that did make me feel better. Also, no, not all HR is incompetant. A lot of them just aren't *physically* there. As in there's a department head or five missing, they're short-staffed, etc etc. Whatever. Bureaucracy. But thanks for the 'ejaculate' bit. Dirty humor is always appreciated.