From: sheehey@access.digex.com (Jenni Sheehey)
Subject: Re: Payroll peeve
Organization: Me, !Inc., Fairfax, VA
Date: Thu, 3 Sep 1992 02:52:13 GMT

Hi ho.  I'm back, sortof.  Trying to use unix.  I hate unix.

OOBPeeve:  I have had to become gainfully employed again.  I am working
as a temp, which means that I only have valid excuses for taking a day 
off if I am totally unqualified to do anything.  Within 24 hours of 
my appointments with two temporary agencies, I was booked through the 
end of September, and had turned down three other jobs.  I want to 
go back to being a slug.  ("Oh, I'm sorry, did I give the impression
that I had used *computers*?  And a *switchboard*?  Silly me.  Ha ha.)

!Peeve: Better money in northern Virginia than in central Pennsylvania,
and no rent.

MegaPeeve: Moving back in with my aprents, even for only 6 months, after
living away from them for about 4 years.  I don't even know where to 
begin with the peevesomeness of this situation, so I'll start with the
thing that is the most immediately annoying.

ParentalPeeve 1: My mother is, as I am typing this, talking to the cat.
She is doing it in this high-pitched sing-song voice.  She has been
doing this for at least 5 minutes solid.  Maybe 10.  she is talking
about how pretty the cat is.  The cat is trying to sleep.  My mother 
thinks that the fact that the cat's eyes are closed is due to the 
fact that her voice is so soothing (I know, because she has moved 
onto that as an appropriate sing-song subject).  I would be willing
to bet that she is wrong, because no self-respecting person likes to
be talked to that way, and cats are even more snooty.  The truly
peevesome thing about this is that she refuses to *feed* the cat,
and still complains about having to keep it while I am out of the
country, and continues making thinly veiled threats about putting her 
to sleep.

ParentalPeeve 2: My mother is the chief of the thought police.  She
is so good at it, that she gets mad at me for things that I haven't
even thought yet.  She is already mad because she'll never get to 
be close to her grandchildren, because I am always going to live 
far away.  Now, I don't happen to have the foggiest idea where I'm
going to live most of my life, but she does, and she doesn't like
it, and it's my fault.

ParentalPeeve 3: My mother resents the fact that my father didn't 
bring a computer home until I came home, when she has wanted one
all summer.  Because of this, I have to fight her to use it.  
Apparently, my father thinks that my ability to communicate with 
my fiance is more important than the stuff that she brings home 
from work because she doesn't feel like staying there after 4pm. 

ParentalPeeve 4: There are too many other peeves to enumera{e here.

ParentalPeeve 5: It's all my own fault.  Why did I think that I could
survive this?

Anyway, on to other things...

Sonja Kueppers <SEK@psuvm.psu.edu> writes:
>Friday, I discovered that I wasn't getting paid the full amount that I
>was expecting because there was an error (human) in the payroll approval
>process and they were giving us special checks with more deductions than
>usual.  (They were unable to determine our *actual* deductions, because
>that's handled in another office.)

Peeve:  I was only notified of this by a phone call from Sonja.  She said 
that she had given them an address to mail the check to.

>I don't really think it's too much to expect to get paid accurately and in
>a timely manner.  I really don't.

Peeve: that was almost two weeks ago, and I have yet to see hide or 
hair of the check.