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trinityvixenThis place is going to drive me mad.
This morning I called downtown to the Psychology Dept. which is still getting my payroll stubs. The woman on the phone had a distinctive voice, and I knew at once she was the one I talked to nearly a month ago about getting the stubs inter-office mailed up town. I said who I was, and that I believed they had my stubs (rather, I hoped they still did and hadn't lost them after a first disastrous attempt to mail them). Her response: "Oh, yes, you, see, I was wondering what to do about--" I cut her off there for one simple reason: I knew how the rest of the speech went. A month ago, SHE HAD TOLD ME THE EXACT SAME THING. Literally, the woman had sat on these stubs and not sent them anywhere. Resigned to having to schlep to Morningside for lunch break, on top of the other errands I had for that time, I went to pick up the stubs. I got them, consoled myself that at least I could get a Hammy's sandwich.
I had to eat it on the subway uptown. Opening my paycheck was a slap in the face. I got about half of what I'd been getting. I needed to get back uptown and fast and sort this out. On top of this bad news, I noticed that the bank listed was wrong--they had it direct deposit to Chase not Citibank. I checked what had been taken from my paycheck--my transit benefit (hurrah! all I need is the fucking card now to make it actually worth anything), union dues (two forms--an initial fee added to 'retro dues' because they looked the other way while I was employed in July), taxes--I still think it doesn't add up. I checked the stubs for the larger checks--they are crediting my increased wages as owing to more hours covered in that paycheck. Fine, but that still doesn't change the fact that I basically deserve more than what I just got.
I can't be making this little, I just can't. As I worked it out, aftertaxes, I should be making roughly what this latest paycheck credits me as making before taxes. So, whereas I thought I had XXXX dollars to play with after taxes, this check seems to be telling me I get XXXX dollars minus YYY for taxes, leaving me with XXX. I've called the lady in charge of our department and left a message for her to call me and please tell me what I should be expecting in terms of a weekly salary as every check I've gotten from here so far has been for a different number of hours and a different amount (hour-by-hour, or rather the per-hour earnings are about the same, but it still seems low). I'm waiting for her call and am also awaiting a call back from payroll.
Oh, right, payroll. Did I mention that they, on top of still sending the stubs to the wrong department, are sending my checks to the wrong bank now? That's right. I changed my direct deposit information when I moved uptown. Worried that this would get cocked up along with everything else, I called, triple-checked, and made copies of forms I handed in clearly stating that my account was a savings account not a checking, and to please directly deposit my checks there. As I said, they sent it to Chase. They got the account number right, but the bank COMPLETELY WRONG. Citibank and Chase Manhattan DO NOT LOOK ANYTHING ALIKE!!!! THEY BOTH START WITH 'C' AND THAT'S IT!!! The only saving grace here is that payroll actually acknowledged and knew there was a problem before I called because Chase sent the money back. So my money's not gone, I just don't have it yet. She also said there was a note to fix the Psychology-Dermatology, downtown-uptown problem.
I want to cry. No, no, really this time. I've been up, I've been down, and this time people have been unfailingly polite and helpful, but everything is fucked up three ways from Sunday. To add insult and further injury to massive trauma, my efforts have been hindered at every step or at least made sour by:
--NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET: A visit from my 'friend,' 'female troubles,' 'that time of the month,' and every other stupid euphemism for I AM HAVING SERIOUS CRAMPS AND BLEEDING and do not feel that euphemism conveys the suffering well enough
--2)a dry, tasteless Hammy's sandwich (this has to be the one day they fuck up a sandwich they've never gotten wrong)
2) long line at Rite Aid (meaning long wait to purchase items for problem #1)
3) Every other ATM not working at Citibank uptown (when I needed to check and see if I had gotten the pittance they pay me)
4) My department HR person in a meeting (meaning for sure, I will not hear from her today)
5) I now need to go deposit my check in person, meaning either no cash till Monday or cutting it close to geting to Penn Station on time to meet Liz for Jersey.
And I'm pissed more because I'll ruin the fun for that if I'm still in this pissy mood. It's a vicious circle. It's my sister's birthday, too. I need to summon all my cheeriness and talk to her and apologize for not having a gift. Anyone got any ideas? She's 31, a doctor, about to get married next March, lives in California, likes hiking, camping, diving...
This morning I called downtown to the Psychology Dept. which is still getting my payroll stubs. The woman on the phone had a distinctive voice, and I knew at once she was the one I talked to nearly a month ago about getting the stubs inter-office mailed up town. I said who I was, and that I believed they had my stubs (rather, I hoped they still did and hadn't lost them after a first disastrous attempt to mail them). Her response: "Oh, yes, you, see, I was wondering what to do about--" I cut her off there for one simple reason: I knew how the rest of the speech went. A month ago, SHE HAD TOLD ME THE EXACT SAME THING. Literally, the woman had sat on these stubs and not sent them anywhere. Resigned to having to schlep to Morningside for lunch break, on top of the other errands I had for that time, I went to pick up the stubs. I got them, consoled myself that at least I could get a Hammy's sandwich.
I had to eat it on the subway uptown. Opening my paycheck was a slap in the face. I got about half of what I'd been getting. I needed to get back uptown and fast and sort this out. On top of this bad news, I noticed that the bank listed was wrong--they had it direct deposit to Chase not Citibank. I checked what had been taken from my paycheck--my transit benefit (hurrah! all I need is the fucking card now to make it actually worth anything), union dues (two forms--an initial fee added to 'retro dues' because they looked the other way while I was employed in July), taxes--I still think it doesn't add up. I checked the stubs for the larger checks--they are crediting my increased wages as owing to more hours covered in that paycheck. Fine, but that still doesn't change the fact that I basically deserve more than what I just got.
I can't be making this little, I just can't. As I worked it out, aftertaxes, I should be making roughly what this latest paycheck credits me as making before taxes. So, whereas I thought I had XXXX dollars to play with after taxes, this check seems to be telling me I get XXXX dollars minus YYY for taxes, leaving me with XXX. I've called the lady in charge of our department and left a message for her to call me and please tell me what I should be expecting in terms of a weekly salary as every check I've gotten from here so far has been for a different number of hours and a different amount (hour-by-hour, or rather the per-hour earnings are about the same, but it still seems low). I'm waiting for her call and am also awaiting a call back from payroll.
Oh, right, payroll. Did I mention that they, on top of still sending the stubs to the wrong department, are sending my checks to the wrong bank now? That's right. I changed my direct deposit information when I moved uptown. Worried that this would get cocked up along with everything else, I called, triple-checked, and made copies of forms I handed in clearly stating that my account was a savings account not a checking, and to please directly deposit my checks there. As I said, they sent it to Chase. They got the account number right, but the bank COMPLETELY WRONG. Citibank and Chase Manhattan DO NOT LOOK ANYTHING ALIKE!!!! THEY BOTH START WITH 'C' AND THAT'S IT!!! The only saving grace here is that payroll actually acknowledged and knew there was a problem before I called because Chase sent the money back. So my money's not gone, I just don't have it yet. She also said there was a note to fix the Psychology-Dermatology, downtown-uptown problem.
I want to cry. No, no, really this time. I've been up, I've been down, and this time people have been unfailingly polite and helpful, but everything is fucked up three ways from Sunday. To add insult and further injury to massive trauma, my efforts have been hindered at every step or at least made sour by:
--NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET: A visit from my 'friend,' 'female troubles,' 'that time of the month,' and every other stupid euphemism for I AM HAVING SERIOUS CRAMPS AND BLEEDING and do not feel that euphemism conveys the suffering well enough
--2)a dry, tasteless Hammy's sandwich (this has to be the one day they fuck up a sandwich they've never gotten wrong)
2) long line at Rite Aid (meaning long wait to purchase items for problem #1)
3) Every other ATM not working at Citibank uptown (when I needed to check and see if I had gotten the pittance they pay me)
4) My department HR person in a meeting (meaning for sure, I will not hear from her today)
5) I now need to go deposit my check in person, meaning either no cash till Monday or cutting it close to geting to Penn Station on time to meet Liz for Jersey.
And I'm pissed more because I'll ruin the fun for that if I'm still in this pissy mood. It's a vicious circle. It's my sister's birthday, too. I need to summon all my cheeriness and talk to her and apologize for not having a gift. Anyone got any ideas? She's 31, a doctor, about to get married next March, lives in California, likes hiking, camping, diving...
