Campfyre Stories

So as of yesterday I am no longer pretending to be an accountant. I have moved on and am back on my career path, though still contracting at the same company.

Good thing, too, because had I not already had all this set up I would have quit when my last company decided to simply not pay me because I put the wrong date on my timesheet. They didn’t bother to let me know there was a problem, they simply up and didn’t pay me. “Too bad for you,” they said. Thank gods my rent check didn’t bounce (woo! credit unions FTW), but I did go into overdraft and nearly a week later it’s still not resolved. So glad to be NOT working for them anymore.

So yesterday I started my new position. Alas, I had to come in at 10 because that’s when my boss gets in. However, they hadn’t set up my computer or phone.

The first hour was spent with my manager talking me through the (almost entirely) computer-based job. At 11 he said, “Well, I have a conference call. Why don’t you go… uh… draw? You know, like at Denny’s? I can try to find you some crayons.”

I kid you not, this is what he said. But, not being a very good draw-er, I chose instead to send text messages and email from Daisy. Daisy rawks so much

Ed invited me to lunch about halfway+ to my house, so I asked my manager what the plan should be. He said to call him when I was done with lunch and find out if I was going to have a computer before the end of the day. I did, no computer, went home and played FFXII. That was my first day.

Today I came in late (for me) to still no computer. My theory is that since the system for the company I work for defaults to a location of Cinncinnatti and, since it’s an über-secure facilty and you have to jump through all kinds of hoops to get a computer there AND, since my manager has been jumping through those hoops…

Probably there is a lonely, empty cubicle in Ohio with a shiny, new computer waiting for me. Heh.

But there is certainly no computer for me here. Nor are there crayons. It’s really not like Denny’s at all.