Note to self:

When trying to do girlie things like wear mascara, do not forget existence of said girlie item and rub it unknowingly all over oneself and then walk around in public.

Geez. If my mother had been NORMAL I would have known long ago how to do these sorts of things properly

Nadia, we both need some serious help?

WHY is MIT Payroll run by MORONS?

For some reason they believed that my being switched from voucher to full employee has changed my identity, because instead of just updating my employee status, they threw out my direct deposit information, dug up a bank account I had used direct deposit with THREE YEARS AGO and of course no longer have, and attempted to deposit my paycheck to that bank account. Which no longer exists, in case that wasn’t quite clear.

Meaning that, Saturday, when I need to pay my rent check and all my bills, I will have zero money to pay it with, given that there is zero money in my actual bank account and zero money was deposited. Actually, this information is not quite accurate. Thanks to the beauty of checking with overdraw, there is actually -$371 in my bank account, not zero.

Somehow over $2800 was just whisked into thin air into this fictional bank account which was obliterated years ago.

To add insult to injury, this is the second time they have done that this year. When I started on in October as a voucher, instead of taking the direct deposit info I filled out on the card with the papers I signed, they dug up this ancient aforementioned bank account and tried to deposit money into it. It was a lot of hassle to fix it and get the money back and get it into my real bank account and took a couple weeks and now they have just done it AGAIN. For NO good reason.

To add even more insult to injury it is perfectly viable that it was Bryant’s wench that made the fuckup, given that she is the person who directly handled my new-employee-status paperwork when I filled it out last Friday. Oh yes, did I not mention that? Apparently Paula the wench works at MIT HR. When I went to get my papers I was treated to the dismal sight of her round, pink little face smiling cheerily behind the desk. She was bizarrely and extremely happy to see me for some reason I cannot fathom. I was extremely cold and unfriendly in return. I felt sort of bad afterwards but she fills me with a kind of simultaneous pity and condescension (those of you who have seen my protected entries know why… honestly, that mouse story just crowned it all…) and in any case I was desperately ill that day and had no patience to deal with anyone particularly someone I consider beneath contempt. Ah, well. In any case I hear through the grapevine that she is being laid off and I will be uncharitable enough to say good riddance. ESPECIALLY after this latest fiasco.

People this incompetent should be sterilized if not killed outright. If this weren’t America I’d be tempted to take matters into my own hands.

Maybe I will bring my hockey stick when I visit payroll bright and early tomorrow morning.

WHY WON’T THIS DISEASE GO AWAY?

*&^@#@&^%@#^&

I wish Elma weren’t bulimic.

I am sick of cleaning dried half-masticated cat food out of my rug.

Stepping on it in bare feet in the morning. Little crumbles.

I love waking up alone in the morning because my bed is always neat.