It's scary. Don't forget, you gotta put fraud alerts on yours and Scott's reports... (I know, dumb reminder, but it's the kind of thing I'd space out on in times like this)

Pardon me as I run WOOHOOing through the thread!

WOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Two of my three grades are posted:

Research Methods - A
Mountain Tales - A-

YAYAYAYAYAY!

And, I'm pretty sure that my creative writing class is gonna be an A as well. Whoot!

I was a little worried that I might get a B+ or B in Mountain Tales, but I didn't. Yay! (Not gonna say, "Shoulda done that extra credit." Nope. Not gonna say it.)

I told you so.

Shit, Cindy, that sucks!!!

The credit agencies will each send you a free copy of your credit report when you make the call. Go ahead and call all three, even if they tell you they'll report to each other because sometimes, it takes a while for them to communicate between them.

Your bank should be able to issue you a new account/debit card immediately so you shouldn't have to pay any bills late.

Make sure you file a police report, too.

Cashmere, how did you go about working with PayPal on that? I know it was worse for you. Do you contact them by phone, or what?

Call Paypal directly. They can tell you if someone accessed your account. If they did get your bank number info from PayPal, make sure you close that account and talk to one of their reps.

I told you so.

Hee! That you did.

Grrrr. The idiots at the St. Louis Accountemps office (who took nearly two weeks to get my info into the system) seem to have no interest in placing me in a job.

So, I officially resigned, and I sent a note to my least-liked development team saying "Yo, resigned, need to schedule a cleanup meeting." The entire content of his mail back:

Can we talk tomorrow noon?
Thanks.

I'm guessing the lack of affection was mutual there.

Well, yay for leaving, Betsy. Sod 'em.

Today's thrilling installment of Fay's Adventures In Employment:

So, my flatmate spoke to Evil Boss today. God knows what possessed her - she was complaining to him about something else, but naturally he brought up the subject of contracts.

He explicitly told her that he does not consider himself bound by the contract, claiming that he was never shown it by his secretary. He says that he will pay us for May, but that he has not yet decided about June.

He says that he will charge us money because he has to recruit replacement teachers.

Let's just recap on the whole Not-Breaking-My-Contract thing. And the whole He-Doesn't-Recognise-Our-Written-Contract thing.

According to him, we have "an oral contract" with him, and that oral contract is exactly the same as his "standard" contract, which would prevent us from seeking employment with other schools in this city.

He told my flatmate that she and I are both "good eggs", that he would happily employ us next year, but that he will definitely not be paying us the summer pay or 2 months' salary that we're owed from the start of the year.

He told her that he's more pissed off with me than with her, because I indicated to him at the end of April that I would be renewing my contract, whereas she explicitly said she wouldn't. I then told him 2 1/2 weeks later that I would not. I didn't sign or date the note, I just ticked a fucking box - and I knew at the time that it was unethical to do such a thing when I wasn't sure about it, but I went with the 'cover your ass' option, and I really wish I hadn't.

He still maintains that he can prevent us from getting a work permit with our next employer.

I really, really really need a drink.

damn dude. fay, that sucks.

can't communicate. work is eating me whole starting with my bottom. Which is funny, because then how come *I* feel shit on?