OPEN BAR: I see you've come to PD. I too like to live dangerously

[Luna]

I figure, they're handing me a bonus for staying the whole 60 days.  If it turns out we can get everything turned over faster, they're still gonna pay me through the end of July.  I can ride on that for awhile, on top of unemployment.  The agency has been pretty good about finding me new places fairly quickly. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So...  Notification has finally arrived.  I am still gainfully employed, through the end of July.  During the next 60 days, it is my job to attempt to transfer the payroll of 62 locations to Dallas.  They're apparently planning to do this in three waves.  Rather than using our homebrewed, actually reasonably functional (for a cobbled-together excuse for a timeclock system) automated system (which, when people, particularly managers, actually do their goddamn jobs on schedule, doesn't give me ulcers), they're apparently changing all of our stores to THEIR system.  Said system is, apparently, the manger sits down at the end of the week with his employees and asks, "okay, what did you do this week?"

I figure the managers are going to be bailing at a truly amazing rate.

When their payroll department realizes that the employee report sent over two weeks ago, while valid at the time, now has very little relationship to reality, I figure somebody is going out a window.  (The auto repair industry has what I consider a stunning amount of turnover.  Guys come, work for a month or two, and move on.  And we're not even going to get into the volume of child support orders I handle on a weekly basis.  Not just 'how many orders a week,' but "what, ANOTHER order for this guy?  Doesn't he know how to keep his damn pants zipped?"

Anyway...  I get the joy of transferring confidential records from here to Dallas, in some obscure order decided by somebody who knows shit about doing payrolls.  Then they let me go, right before my scheduled vacation.

My big plan involves calling my old temp agency, telling them when I'm available for interviews and to begin work, and see what happens.

I should be stressed.  I should be freaking out.  I'm not, and I have no idea why.

Because you're a rockstar and you own this shit.

[Junkenstein]

Client losing their shit over the size of their bill.

This is what happens when you sign contracts you don't read and handwave shit when you get told verbally and in writing exactly how fucking expensive the change you want will be.

Arguments ahoy.

[Cain]

Cain, which plot reveal did you mean? Now I'd take all the twee going just to hurry this shit to some kind of closure.

Golden Company/Young Griff.  It's fairytale as fuck.  And, as far as I can see, makes no sense.

It ties to the scene in the House of the Undying, but I was annoyed about that, should have shown up earlier in the series.

Yeah, I guess it does make sense, with regards to that.  I was thinking more in terms of House Martell and Dorne in general.  The exclusion of Doran and Oberyn from Young Griff's upbringing seems such an oversight that, if it were not for the House of the Undying scene, I'd wager GRRM came up with it because he exhausted all other options for an ending that is not "and the Others take over the world".

[Luna]

So...  Notification has finally arrived.  I am still gainfully employed, through the end of July.  During the next 60 days, it is my job to attempt to transfer the payroll of 62 locations to Dallas.  They're apparently planning to do this in three waves.  Rather than using our homebrewed, actually reasonably functional (for a cobbled-together excuse for a timeclock system) automated system (which, when people, particularly managers, actually do their goddamn jobs on schedule, doesn't give me ulcers), they're apparently changing all of our stores to THEIR system.  Said system is, apparently, the manger sits down at the end of the week with his employees and asks, "okay, what did you do this week?"

I figure the managers are going to be bailing at a truly amazing rate.

When their payroll department realizes that the employee report sent over two weeks ago, while valid at the time, now has very little relationship to reality, I figure somebody is going out a window.  (The auto repair industry has what I consider a stunning amount of turnover.  Guys come, work for a month or two, and move on.  And we're not even going to get into the volume of child support orders I handle on a weekly basis.  Not just 'how many orders a week,' but "what, ANOTHER order for this guy?  Doesn't he know how to keep his damn pants zipped?"

Anyway...  I get the joy of transferring confidential records from here to Dallas, in some obscure order decided by somebody who knows shit about doing payrolls.  Then they let me go, right before my scheduled vacation.

My big plan involves calling my old temp agency, telling them when I'm available for interviews and to begin work, and see what happens.

I should be stressed.  I should be freaking out.  I'm not, and I have no idea why.

Because you're a rockstar and you own this shit.

Thanks.  I've just had too much shit going on, I think.  I still haven't had the massive breakdown I'm due over my dad.  It's coming, it's not going to be pretty when it hits, but it's like that sneeze that just won't happen.  Got close over Memorial Day weekend, a few other times...  I think I'm afraid to break down alone, and I'm not so good at breaking down in front of other people.

Besides, I at least have an end date, and a job for a couple months while I hunt.  I got this.

[Junkenstein]

Client has agreed to pay bill. Client states that I'll never do work for this company again.

It's going to be a shame when he finds out I've already won the next two projects on site and he's lumbered with me for some time to come. I'm not sure entirely how much to fuck him for over this. It's either "a lot" or "an extraordinary amount".

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Client has agreed to pay bill. Client states that I'll never do work for this company again.

It's going to be a shame when he finds out I've already won the next two projects on site and he's lumbered with me for some time to come. I'm not sure entirely how much to fuck him for over this. It's either "a lot" or "an extraordinary amount".

You owe it to yourself and society to put the fucking screws to him.

[Junkenstein]

I know, but new or rusty? Short or long?

So many options.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I know, but new or rusty? Short or long?

So many options.

Make him a pinata as a concilatory gesture.  But put a hornet's nest in it, so he doesn't think you're a wimp.

[Junkenstein]

He has an stench that has driven away both bees and wasps. I am unwilling to deal with hornets to test how far this trait goes.

It does amuse me that "I'll get nowhere fucking near that" when I already have a purchase order for that and meetings scheduled to determine start dates.

I can only assume that the company hates this guy as much as I do and as such they're making him liable for all the stupid billing issues.

[LMNO]

I know, but new or rusty? Short or long?

So many options.

Long, slow, dirty.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Client has agreed to pay bill. Client states that I'll never do work for this company again.

It's going to be a shame when he finds out I've already won the next two projects on site and he's lumbered with me for some time to come. I'm not sure entirely how much to fuck him for over this. It's either "a lot" or "an extraordinary amount".

It's not like you're in the wrong, so I fail to see why you should be the one that has to compromise and decide either/or. You should therefore fuck with them a lot of extraordinary amounts.

[EK WAFFLR]

I know, but new or rusty? Short or long?

So many options.

Long, slow, dirty.

Roofing nails.

[Suu]

Hey Roger, I think this is you in comic form:

http://basicinstructions.net/basic-instructions/2014/4/8/how-to-share-your-wisdom.html

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Client has agreed to pay bill. Client states that I'll never do work for this company again.

It's going to be a shame when he finds out I've already won the next two projects on site and he's lumbered with me for some time to come. I'm not sure entirely how much to fuck him for over this. It's either "a lot" or "an extraordinary amount".

I would so love to be there when he realizes.