This is all about when a job goes wrong, when corporate America is left to run things with no responsibility whatsoever. Please feel free to comment and commiserate. I'm sure I'll be in need of a co-author to the book this just _has_ to become.

12 January 2006

UPDATE: Bills to pay

I just wanted to let you know how this all ended up. Vicki's husband didn't come in. There was, however, extended conversation at lunch about how fun it would be for hime to come in with a folding chair and just sit by Rod's car until he wanted to come out for lunch. Rod, being the terrified-of-confrontation-wuss that he is would get to the front door, see the guy, and do one of two things.

1. Pausing at the glass door, looking at the large man seated near his car, he'd begin to tremble like an epileptic chiuaua caught in a paint can shaker. Then he would wet himself, turn around and ask the receptionist to call Lou so Lou could go out and ask the man to leave. Vicki's husband would refuse to leave and tell Lou why. Lou would relay the message to Rod. Vicki's husband would be driving away with a check in under 10 minutes.

2. Pausing at the glass door, looking at the large man seated near his car, he'd begin to tremble like a hyperkinetic three-year-old after an espresso and a freezer bag full of Runtz candies. Then he would wet himself, turn around and ask the receptionist to call the police. The police would come, ask Vicki's man what he was doing, and then come to the building checking the story. Within 8 minutes, the cop would walk back out, check-in-hand, and ask the oversized mechanic to be on his way

Win-win. But it didn't happen.

. o O ( stupid absence of poetic justice )

Anyway, the day after the last post, Karen asked Rochelle what the deal was...AGAIN. Rochelle talked to John. John said he would check. That afternoon, still nothing heard, Karen asked Rochelle what the deal was...AGAIN. Rochelle talked to John. John said he would check. Day ends. Friday begins. Karen asked Rochelle what the deal was...AGAIN. Rochelle talked to John. John said he would check, but this time Rochelle told him to stop dicking around and made it plain that she intended to be an utter bitch until it was worked out. John actually checked this time, and found that the checks never went for some BS reason or another. Karen had one by the end of the day for her husband. Supposedly the rest were going to be mailed out that day too.

This place is amazing.

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