just sayin’
Holy shit, that is scary. Hopefully heads will roll over this.
Good for you for paying attention to the math, Jeep’s P. Lots of people would have just … seen that they got their direct deposit and moved on with life.
Turn on the goddamned heat. Just because it is 15 degrees outside, does not mean it has to be under 60 inside. It is a problem when 75% of your workforce is wearing their winter coat inside of the building. I am tired of having to wrap my legs in a damn blanket to keep from shivering in my own damn office.
Itty-bitty gripes:
I was taking my annual human subjects protection training certification courses online, via a national site that provides such training, only to encounter one post-training module quiz that had a question duplicated. As in, word for word exact in question and possible answers. I answered both instances the same way. You guessed it, one was marked right and one as wrong. I cut-n-pasted them into their “comment on this quiz” response box. (And then I retook the quiz, remembering first which instance of the question wanted one response and which wanted the other, as that wrong answer put me below the passing threshold.)
Also, my cubicle-mate has a very high-pitched, child-like voice. Think SNL alum Victoria Jackson without the nasal qualities or (so far) the crazy politics. She’s a sweet person but I feel my alto voice dipping down as low as possible every time I hear her speak.
Isn’t that Flo behind those googly eyes? I mean, coals to Newcastle, is it not?
My little rantlet: our company is replacing the bottled water that we have had for a long time with piped water. To save money, of course. The new piped water is being piped through small black plastic tubes (I know this because they are being installed on top of the walls and below the ceiling, where we can see them) at 60 psi (this information I have by hearsay). We are assured that this water will be filtered and purified to a fare-thee-well. We are also assured, by implication, that these little black tubes and the connections between them will never, ever spring a leak at 60 psi. The former assurance we are forced to take on faith. The second assurance - well, time will tell.
Good luck to us all.
Roddy
Perfect. 
I think Jeep’s Phoenix meant that ALL that was deposited as a paycheque was the $20 difference - the rest of the usual paycheque was missing. I’d hope everyone noticed that all they got paid was $20 or less.
Lots of people now have automatic deductions for mortgage payments, car payments, etc. scheduled to be taken out of their account the day after payday. They’ll notice when these start bouncing!
The company accounting department ought to be responsible for paying those bank fees, but they may try to wiggle out of it.
Way back just out of college, I was working in a unionized factory. That was in the days of physical checks, actually signed & given to the workers. One time, the check signing machine broke, and it was going to take a day or two to get the needed parts. So we were told our paychecks would be delayed a couple of days.
People were outraged, and the phone lines to the union headquarters must have been burning up. Within 45 minutes, the union President was at the factory. And told them that if the checks weren’t ready by the first break in 2 hours, all the workers would be walking out to set up a picket line. While he would be busy filing a legal complaint with the Federal Department of Labor. When they said that the signing machine was broken, he pointed out that the company owner, comptroller, and general manager all were authorized to sign checks, and they had better get started – would they like to borrow a pen?
And he was absolutely serious about it. As were the workers. At the break time, the Teamster yard truck drivers parked their trucks and came into the office to wait for their checks. And the trucks just happened to be parked blocking both driveways to the plant, and were locked up tight.
The paychecks were hand-signed and distributed quickly.
And the next contract included a provision that if paychecks weren’t distributed at the scheduled time, all workers were paid double-time until paychecks were available. People are very serious about this, because it can cause major problems for them.
Tempting.
Update: accounting and HR have promised that the correct amount will be deposited tomorrow (actual payday). We’ll see.
Accounting (via HR, again) was very quick to own up to the original mistake regarding the failure to adjust pay for bonuses. Since my own raise was so tiny, I probably wouldn’t have given too much thought to it. They didn’t acknowledge today’s issue until late afternoon for some reason.
Yep.
That was big concern today! No mention was made about late fees; given the sudden rush to make sure the correct funds are deposited tomorrow, the company may be trying to avoid any mention of that.
Hell, I know a few people at my workplace who have part time jobs on top of their regular job. 
This just in: sleeping at your desk because you can’t get home sucks
I do this too! When a woman calls our office and speaks with an artifically high voice, I speak lower to compensate (for feminism! :p). Talk normal, lady! Nobody naturally squeaks that much outside of a rat cage, ok?
I have a work rant! I hate the timesheet program we use here. It is too easy to accidentally overwrite an old timesheet; you can’t search for a project via the project number, you have to know the EXACT name of the project in the system, which is never what the information in the titleblock says; and it never remembers that I want it full screen when I open it. Bah! I had to re-do last week and this week’s times sheets 2 times already today.
I had an assignment with two women who spoke in these very odd, high-pitched voices - in both cases, I’m pretty sure it was their natural voices, but so weird sounding!
Sometimes I feel like my job is an exercise in futility. I just got an email that makes everything I have done so far today pointless. I now have to undo it.
On top of that, if two of my coworkers had been communicating, this wouldn’t have happened. When I asked one of them a question first thing this morning he would have answered it correctly and the email wouldn’t have been a surprise.
Sigh.
I’m picturing 1980’s Kathy Ireland talking to Dr. Mrs. The Monarch.
Update on Eureka’s New Job:
Two weeks in, I’m not in love with the new job, it’s cold-- not just mere over air conditioned but really truly just above freezing on purpose. Also, I feel like I’m expected to take charge of some of the ordering without being properly trained for it (how do I know how much to order?). And new job is more physical than old job-- so I frequently come home exhausted.
But on a day to day basis, change is good, my new boss is grumpy but not a bad guy (although I wish he’d quit threatening to fire all my team for idiocy and laziness.)
And I’m amused by how many people from various departments have asked if the transfer was my idea in a way that makes me think they wonder whether I had a fight with my old boss and needed to be relocated far far away.
We have two lunchrooms at my workplace, a small one upstairs and a larger one downstairs. Usually the people who work upstairs use the upstairs one, and the people who work downstairs use the downstairs room. There’s been this horrible stench in the downstairs lunchroom the last few days. No one could place it at first. Then the other day someone noticed a guy who works upstairs nuking fish in the downstairs microwave. When asked why he was using the downstairs microwave he said he was told he wasn’t allowed to nuke fish in the upstairs microwave anymore. So it’s OK to pollute our air but not OK to stink up the joint upstairs? How’s about just not bringing in that nasty crap to begin with?
I think someone should go to the upstairs break room and burn some popcorn in the microwave to get even.
Seriously. Microwaving fish at work should be punishable by flogging.
Flogging’s too good for that guy. What a tool! You can’t nuke your frigging fish upstairs because it reeks so badly that it makes people gag - taking it downstairs doesn’t fix the reek problem!
Man, I’m getting all worked up on your behalf.