'Destiny'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I swear. These people are incompetent. The guy I just spoke with said, "Well, ma'am it takes 15 days to process that."
My response: "Um, according to my math, April 18 was well over 15 days ago."
"Well, then I don't know why it hasn't been processed."
Well, do you think you might want to look into that? Instead, he transfered me to someone else in a different office because the supervisor in his office wouldn't be able to help me.
"Well, then I don't know why it hasn't been processed."
Oh, for crap's sake.
::doubles intensity of patience~ma being vibed to vw::
Now I'm getting, "Your income was verified on April 11."
"How could it have been verified on the 11th if I didn't bring in the paperwork until the 18th?"
God, vw. What the fucking fuck!?!?!? Also, sorry that your package got stolen. Between that and the MassHealth stuff, it is not looking like a good day for Teh Humans.
Honestly, this has been my week. I'm just not even surprised anymore.
And now I'm on hold while she tries to figure out who actually has the new paperwork from me. Um, that seems like a good thing to have in the computer.
Update: She came back. She is now holding the paystubs, but she informed me that work study work doesn't fucking count as "work hours."
You know what? The world can go to hell in a handbasket for all I care about right now.
Gah, vw, how frustrating. But at least you are not a guy. Or not a guy in my office.
Why you ask? Well, for some unknown reason the maintenance folks removed the handles to the door to the mens restroom. Guys can push the door open to go in. But they can't get out without some outside assistance.
for some unknown reason
Hours of entertainment? Wacky hijinks?
ETA: I cannot TELL you how strange that word looks. Better with a "ks" than with an "x", but... weird.
This was my favorite part of the NPR article
"We said, 'No!' You are not going to do this. You're not going to walk behind anybody. We're going to walk together. And we held hands and we marched right up the sidewalk into those doors. Into an extreme unknown," he says.
Well, for some unknown reason the maintenance folks removed the handles to the door to the mens restroom. Guys can push the door open to go in. But they can't get out without some outside assistance.
Huh. Sorta' like a Roach Hotel. Urinators go in, but don't come out.