Look, another work/move related thread from me!
I just need to vent.
Cody got interviewed for the job transfer the Monday after Easter. Got told “We’re ready for you whenever you get down here” the next day.
Two weeks after that, Cody calls the HR guy, Brian, to get info about the job. “We don’t know what position you’re going to have yet. I need to talk to the manager.”
Last week, he calls, asking for some sort of paper income verification to send along with our apt application for the place in Austin. Well, he’ll be making between $10-$12/hour. Well, we need income verirification, and at the complex we currently live in, that was a signed paper from the HR department. We assume the other place will also need this. We also need to know what positon he’ll have. “I’ll talk to the manager and get back to you.” Okay . . .
Wends, Cody calls and leaves a message on his voicemail - we REALLY need this info. Please get back to us as soon as possible.
Nothing. We’re moving in exactly 2 weeks (we’ll actually be leaving for the drive in 2 weeks, 1.5 hours from now).
We can’t send in the application until we know how much he’ll be making. It’ll take 2-3 days for the application to get to my friend (who’ll be taking it in for us, so she can explain that we’ll be the ones taking over her lease, since she bought a house and moved out early), and she’ll take it in the next day. We should find out if we get the apartment the next day. So, that’s FIVE DAYS from when we get the job info until we know if we get the apartment.
Assuming a miracle happens and we get the info on Tuesday, that will leave me a week to arrange stuff down there. Like working out signing details with the manager, turning on utilities, etc. Lucky for us, the complex we want is open every day of the week.
If we get rejected (not likely, but still), we’re completely SCREWED. If we’d been denied 3 or 4 weeks ago, I’d be fine to find a new place. But if we get denied, that means I’ll have to move in with my friend (including boxes and furniture) until we find a new place. Hassle for me, hassle for her.
Fuckers. I’m about to start bustin’ in heads.
I have a loooong list of nasty names living in my brain for these people.
Deeeeeeaaath.