A bit of background:
For some reason known only to the Board of Curators, we here at University of Missouri information services (Official Motto: We recover your document for your sorry ass) aren’t allowed to submit our timesheets electronically. We clock in and out using the IATS intranet, but we have to print out the timesheets and turn them in to our team leaders by noon every alternate Monday.
Two weeks ago, I printed out my last timesheet, folded it in half, stuck it in my dayplanner and booked it across campus for my boss’s office. I still had several days before the timesheet absolutely HAD to be in, but it was the last time I was going to be in that end of campus until Tuesday, and I wanted to take care of it without making a special trip. I was running late for class, so I just yanked the timesheet out of my dayplanner (unfolded) and threw it in the manilla envelope she has glued to her door for this purpose.
Fast forward to this afternoon. I go to pick up my paycheck from the payroll office. The lady behind the counter says that they don’t have a check for Juniper200, because according to their records, Juniper hasn’t done any work since September 13.
Actually, Juniper did about 60 hours of work in those weeks. I ran back to my boss’s office, where she proceeded to tell me that I hadn’t turned in my timesheet for the previous pay period. I explained that I had. In fact, I’d turned it in early. She went through the drift of paper on her desk, and came out with my timesheet.
“Oh,” she said. “You must have turned it in after the deadline.”
“No,” I said. “I turned it in three days before it was due. See the date on the printout? I printed it in my room and turned it in.”
She saw that the paper is folded, and told me that, since it was folded up, it must have fallen to the bottom of the envelope, so she missed it when she took all of the other sheets out.
“There’s nothing I can do about it,” she said. “I’ll submit it with the next batch of timesheets and you’ll get the money next pay period.”
Now, my rant:
Fuck fuck fuck fuckity FUCK! The hell I’ll get my money in the next pay period! If this were a just universe, you’d haul your skanky self down to payroll and fix this bullshit and I’d have a goddamned paycheck in my hand by Monday! Instead, I have exacly JACK SHIT to show for the fact that I worked more extra shifts than regular shifts at the beginning of the month to help cover your sorry ass since you couldn’t fill out the team schedule correctly!
Now I can either make my car payment on time this month or have groceries for the next two weeks, but I sure as hell can’t have both, because you couldn’t peek into a fucking envelope to make sure that you had picked up all of the motherfucking timesheets!!! What’s the matter? Did your haven’t-seen-their-like-since-1989-dyed-“I scare small children”-red mall bangs get in your eyes? Did your freaky ghetto-length acrylic nails keep you from grasping the sheet of paper? If I had any money–and thanks to you, I don’t, you stupid bitch–I’d bet that YOUR timesheet made it to payroll. I hope you choke on your own false eyelashes, you fat fuck.
She’s never done too much to piss me off before, but I swear to god, I’m so mad right now that I could tear her limb from limb and not even look up from my lunch. There will be hell to pay for this.