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goddamn. you ever feel like you just can't win?
i swear, 'just can't win' should be on the back of my xfl jersey.
i made a post earlier this month about how the HR department at my new job fucked me up by not telling me two key things i had to do until two days before i was supposed to start. one of those things was a fingerprint result. my job requires that the illinois state police and the fbi clear my prints in order for me to work (because i work with kids). first they said the results would be back in a week. then they said a week to ten days. then they said a week to ten business days.
well, it's been 14 business days.
yesterday, i went to the office to say in not so many words, "what the fuck?" and i got the dude who's been working on my file to call the fbi about my prints since those were the ones that still hadn't come in. so this morning, this bastard covered bastard with bastard filling calls me up to tell me that the fbi never got my fingerprints (even though he told me the complete opposite just fucking yesterday), and as such, i'd have to come in and get the fingerprints done again for the fbi to scan them.
what the everloving fuck part of the game is that? how the fuck can you not have a system in place to make sure that the fingerprints you take actually make it to the fucking place that they need to go?
the worst part is the absolute lack of accountability in the matter. they've officially fucked my shit up twice and held me up from starting my job for what now will be three and a half weeks (if it doesn't take longer...with them, you never fucking know). and these assholes can't even apologize. if i didn't need this job so fucking bad, i would have choked this fucking guy right in his fucking office.
it's bad enough that i can't go to work when i really want to get in to get acclimated and start working, but now with all the delays, i'm flat fucking broke now. i hate that fucking HR office.
ugh.
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