Payroll insists they sent me my W-2s on the 31st. Twelve days later, they still haven't arrived. On the sixth, I asked that duplicates be sent out. my calls were ignored. I emailed, again asking that duplicates be sent out. I was told they would that day. They still haven't arrived. I emailed, stating that they had not been received, and was told "well, I sent them on the seventh.
Now, since I have had no trouble whatsoever receiving any other mail, and mail arrives rather promptly, I am suspicious. In three days, I will be able to formally file a complaint with the IRS, and I have every intention of doing so.
This guy has given me nothing but attitude from the getgo. For all I know, he simply didn't bother to send them since I was a part time employee and only worked there over the summer. But what galls me about the whole thing is that it's a simple matter, not to mention a legal obligation, and now I'm going to have to make a complaint with the IRS about this. And that means alot of effort, a lot of stress and a lot of red tape. And that makes me very, very unhappy.
It seems like a giant conspiracy to turn me off to corporate america. And it's working.
I mean, my first office job involved some psychotic, obsessive compulsive office manager that gossipped about me right in front of me, went into hysterics if I used the wrong font or put a blue color tab on my folders instead of an orange one. It was like working with Martha Stewart on crank.
Then I take this job at the bank, where no one wants to do anything to help anyone else, and everything is so grossly mismanaged. I start off by being told that I'll get paid a certain date then no one bothers to tell me that part time employees get paid on a different schedule but rather than being apologetic about this fiasco, they act like it's my fault for being a part time employee. As if I weren't so lazy as to not be looking for full time work that this would never happen and I should expect such a thing. And it was always just one thing after the other like that.
And now this W-2 thing. I mean, most any other company would have been helpful and nice about this, but I have some payroll guy hanging up on me and ducking my calls, so now I'm going to have to take some sort of official action against them, which is a royal pain in the ass.
So I can't help but wonder--I mean, other people have the occasional frustration but I seem to have the worst luck of anyone I know in these types of jobs. I used to think that maybe I just had a lower tolerance, but I'm starting to suspect that fate is trying to tell me something.
So, anyhow, things look good for Rob on the job front. He has a second interview scheduled for Friday and they asked that if everything goes well, if he could sign the papers and start Monday. Basically, they like him but they need to make sure that the network engineer he would be working closely with can get along with him, too, so if that works out, then at least one of us will be working. So, we're keeping our fingers crossed.
I still haven't had much luck in finding a job. I have the interview for that Escrow job, but I'm wary just because of the low pay. I also got a call for an interview next week at a company right down the road from my house.
I received my acceptance packet from Northeastern Illinois University yesterday. This caused me to, once again, be forlorn. Rob and I talked for a little bit and decided that I should defer my enrollment for a year. I'll go to school here, but if I really miss Chicago or feel like I'd be better off in one of the schools there (either NEIU or Elmhurst) we could still move back.
I don't know if that is too likely to happen. I think, even in the worst city in the country, that a year and a half is ample adjustment time. But it's good at least to have an escape route.
I talked to my mom on the phone for two hours. It was good to talk for awhile, though it was a bit surprising to talk for so long. She seems to like this whole nursing home/living in amish country thing though, so that's good, and she thinks that it wouldn't be too late for me to become a lawyer. Heh, I suppose there's always that, but I think first I need to find a school and a program that I want to stick with as an undergrad...