Wake up from a coma and everything's the same
Ah, what a week!
And for all that, I don't even really have much more to say than usual. :P
Work has been fun. Polish guy? Gone. Removed from the site. We all knew it three days before he did too - we had been calling him to find out what happened, and when we finally got hold of him (1.5 hours before he would have started at our site, if he'd still be assigned there), he had no idea that he wasn't working there anymore!
What a company.
Turns out that he was removed at the hands of that property manager (natch) for a combination of limping after being at a tournament (odd how the limp got worse when he thought someone was watching though) and the unforgiveable sin of talking to me.
So he's been replaced by a guy who substituted for the Romanian guy back in October when he went home to sit in his mom's apartment and eat her food.
This guy is fun, but strange. But rarely boring. :)
But for the shift of the first guy that quit the bike patrols, that company is having trouble finding a replacement. Why? Well, nobody in their right mind does bike patrol on purpose.
That, and most of the sites that have bike patrol are parkades where you are in a small easy area and tend to pay $11/hour. This site has a much larger area and pays $9/hour AND is a graveyard shift. Ah well, not my problem of course. ;)
Monday night when I went into work, my S/S was holding a form he wanted me to fill out. It was a waiver so that no matter how many hours I worked over 8 in a day, or over 40 in a week, I'd accept it as straight time and not overtime.
"If you don't sign it, I'll just have to have (FNG) pick up the shifts you're already doing, since I don't have the budget to pay you overtime."
"Er, okay..."
Funny, I've been working these extra hours for nigh on three months now. Where did this come from? Of course, I wasn't going to sign.
I stayed a bit late talking to the temporary receptionist the following morning, and then decided to go into the office to see about why they screwed up my last two cheques.
After a short wait, I got to see the secondary payroll guy, and primary scheduler.
And, once again, I was impressed at the mental faculties of our management staff. In the lobby, with no papers or computer, from my name alone (we've never met, and have a thousand employees here in Vancouver alone) he knew who I was, where I worked, who my S/S is, and the hours I work. Creepy.
So we went back to his office and I outlined the problem. He sucked his teeth as he pulled up my file, and said "I remember your S/S calling me about five weeks ago and telling me you'd signed the waiver for overtime."
I told him "I only just saw the waiver for the first time last night, and I did haven't signed it."
"Wait, you haven't signed it?"
"No way!"
"Well, that's the problem then. Here, let me just delete that from your file. You know, even if you'd picked up extra work doing a special for us, we wouldn't have payed you OT because of that."
"I see."
"Now I'll comp you for the hours of OT you should have been paid previously. I don't think it'll show up on the next cheque since we're in the middle of payroll right not and you might be already done, but at the latest it'll be on the following cheque."
"Thanks."
"But in accordance to what your S/S wants, I'll have to back your hours off at your site to 40 per week."
"Of course."
And that's that.
When I went to work the following night, Indian guy met me outside (he was on patrol). "Hey man! You know that waiver that your S/S gave you to sign yesterday?"
"Yes."
"I was talking to Sleeper tonight, and he said that your S/S told him that you'd signed it over a month ago!"
Grrrrrrrr.
But I've said nothing to the S/S. I just told him I wasn't signing it. He said that was no problem. Funny how he didn't have any idea what was wrong with my payroll for the past month when I've been mentioning it to him. I mean, did he really think I wouldn't ultimately find out?
Indian guy took tea with the mail room guy at the site, and told him about all of this. Mail room guy is pissed, and vows to tell everybody in the building. :P If that happens, and anybody gives a rat's ass, I imagine that the S/S will find he gets a bit of the cold shoulder at work. You know, if he's there and not off the site at dinner or locked in a conference room watching tv.
Oh, and the capper on this. "No money in the budget for overtime", remember? The S/S is pushing for a raise for himself from the client. What a sweet guy.
Had to go to the hospital with someone the other night, and had to go to work before it was all taken care of. Someone took my place as companion, but it turns out that worrying (before the phone call to tell me that everything was, in fact, alright) really takes it out of you. I was so bagged at work. My eyes were scratchy and red, and I'm sure that anybody who saw me must have thought I'd gone through a couple of bowls. Just the sort of reputation I want. :P
I've been a busy busy boy this past week, but it's all good. I've even managed to play a little HL2, and it's pretty fun. Although somehow not quite what I was expecting. That's probably good too. :)
I'm going to try to get back to rambling more frequently here, and possibly I'll even have something amusing or, God forbid, amusing for you to read. But don't count on it.
Peace (of pie)
And for all that, I don't even really have much more to say than usual. :P
Work has been fun. Polish guy? Gone. Removed from the site. We all knew it three days before he did too - we had been calling him to find out what happened, and when we finally got hold of him (1.5 hours before he would have started at our site, if he'd still be assigned there), he had no idea that he wasn't working there anymore!
What a company.
Turns out that he was removed at the hands of that property manager (natch) for a combination of limping after being at a tournament (odd how the limp got worse when he thought someone was watching though) and the unforgiveable sin of talking to me.
So he's been replaced by a guy who substituted for the Romanian guy back in October when he went home to sit in his mom's apartment and eat her food.
This guy is fun, but strange. But rarely boring. :)
But for the shift of the first guy that quit the bike patrols, that company is having trouble finding a replacement. Why? Well, nobody in their right mind does bike patrol on purpose.
That, and most of the sites that have bike patrol are parkades where you are in a small easy area and tend to pay $11/hour. This site has a much larger area and pays $9/hour AND is a graveyard shift. Ah well, not my problem of course. ;)
Monday night when I went into work, my S/S was holding a form he wanted me to fill out. It was a waiver so that no matter how many hours I worked over 8 in a day, or over 40 in a week, I'd accept it as straight time and not overtime.
"If you don't sign it, I'll just have to have (FNG) pick up the shifts you're already doing, since I don't have the budget to pay you overtime."
"Er, okay..."
Funny, I've been working these extra hours for nigh on three months now. Where did this come from? Of course, I wasn't going to sign.
I stayed a bit late talking to the temporary receptionist the following morning, and then decided to go into the office to see about why they screwed up my last two cheques.
After a short wait, I got to see the secondary payroll guy, and primary scheduler.
And, once again, I was impressed at the mental faculties of our management staff. In the lobby, with no papers or computer, from my name alone (we've never met, and have a thousand employees here in Vancouver alone) he knew who I was, where I worked, who my S/S is, and the hours I work. Creepy.
So we went back to his office and I outlined the problem. He sucked his teeth as he pulled up my file, and said "I remember your S/S calling me about five weeks ago and telling me you'd signed the waiver for overtime."
I told him "I only just saw the waiver for the first time last night, and I did haven't signed it."
"Wait, you haven't signed it?"
"No way!"
"Well, that's the problem then. Here, let me just delete that from your file. You know, even if you'd picked up extra work doing a special for us, we wouldn't have payed you OT because of that."
"I see."
"Now I'll comp you for the hours of OT you should have been paid previously. I don't think it'll show up on the next cheque since we're in the middle of payroll right not and you might be already done, but at the latest it'll be on the following cheque."
"Thanks."
"But in accordance to what your S/S wants, I'll have to back your hours off at your site to 40 per week."
"Of course."
And that's that.
When I went to work the following night, Indian guy met me outside (he was on patrol). "Hey man! You know that waiver that your S/S gave you to sign yesterday?"
"Yes."
"I was talking to Sleeper tonight, and he said that your S/S told him that you'd signed it over a month ago!"
Grrrrrrrr.
But I've said nothing to the S/S. I just told him I wasn't signing it. He said that was no problem. Funny how he didn't have any idea what was wrong with my payroll for the past month when I've been mentioning it to him. I mean, did he really think I wouldn't ultimately find out?
Indian guy took tea with the mail room guy at the site, and told him about all of this. Mail room guy is pissed, and vows to tell everybody in the building. :P If that happens, and anybody gives a rat's ass, I imagine that the S/S will find he gets a bit of the cold shoulder at work. You know, if he's there and not off the site at dinner or locked in a conference room watching tv.
Oh, and the capper on this. "No money in the budget for overtime", remember? The S/S is pushing for a raise for himself from the client. What a sweet guy.
Had to go to the hospital with someone the other night, and had to go to work before it was all taken care of. Someone took my place as companion, but it turns out that worrying (before the phone call to tell me that everything was, in fact, alright) really takes it out of you. I was so bagged at work. My eyes were scratchy and red, and I'm sure that anybody who saw me must have thought I'd gone through a couple of bowls. Just the sort of reputation I want. :P
I've been a busy busy boy this past week, but it's all good. I've even managed to play a little HL2, and it's pretty fun. Although somehow not quite what I was expecting. That's probably good too. :)
I'm going to try to get back to rambling more frequently here, and possibly I'll even have something amusing or, God forbid, amusing for you to read. But don't count on it.
Peace (of pie)
posted by Rimmy at 20:05
2 Comments:
You Kidding? This is interesting, because you work with scum, and its sad that scum seem to get off with anything, Cream rises to the top they say, well, so does scum, and Shit floats too :P
At least your payroll stuff is sorted out for the time being, but these things have a tendency to crop up time and time again.
Glad the trip to the hospital ended up okay; Jason spent most of last year showing up to work (and often missing work) for a similar reason. He started carrying a portable shaver in the car, with some eyedrops. That's sad.
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