Meredith Bronwen Mallory (garnettrees) wrote,
Meredith Bronwen Mallory

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If man builds, and G-d Laughs, then I hope He'll let me in on the joke. ^_~

Hey! *waves* That's right, Meredith still lives, and breathes, and walks the earth. (Sometimes she feels a bit like her old self, and actually stalks by night. ^_~) Things have been... interesting, to say the least. On the one hand, there's the general procession of days, the hours at work, the shirt measured by audio books I'm listening to and the number of Diet Pepsi's I consume. (Trying to keep it at two a day, but not always successful.) There are the good things, like finding a 40's pulp sic fi novel I've been looking to add to my collection, playing with my new gouache paints, or going shooting with my brother and grandfather. There are the not-so-good things, like the creepy guy at the office (seriously, are the standard issue? here, have some copiers, some swivel chairs, and your regulation creepy guy), and the ridiculous amount of money my meds cost out of pocket.

Two things stand out though-- one good, and one bad.

Good news first: I start actual, full time, direct employment on Monday. The cargo fleet company I've been temping at has been talking about this for a little while, but I didn't want to say anything for fear of jinxing it. They also had a number of hoops they were not-so-subtly testing me with, and I had no idea what metrics they were using to grade me. But I must have done reasonably well with the absolute mess of reporting they handed me, and kept my head above water at the Quarterly Review luncheon I got dragged to. Finally, they handed me an actual application, arranged my pre-employment drug screen, and made me an offer. I'll be making about a dollar less than I was at Nameless Co when I left which, considering the length of time I'd been there and the fact I'd gotten every merit-based raise, is nothing to complain about. It's more than I was being paid as a temp, and there's the possibility of another review after six months. Not to mention all the shiny things that come with direct employment, like benefits and life insurance.*

*I tried to roll my old life insurance over into a private policy, but MetLife turned me down because they said I'm 'too risky' (which, based on the questions they asked me regarding my depression, I take to mean 'for suicide'). I passed all the physical screening, had the regulate visit to my house from their nurse, but the minute they saw the files from y doctor, they balked. Fuck you too, darling-- I suppose every member of your staff is the picture of mental health. So not bitter. ^_^'''

So, baring any last minute disasters, you are looking at the new Parts & Cargo Loss Prevention Administrator. It's not bad work, and they're giving me a lot of training in SQL and other database tools that most bigger companies would not have bothered with. I felt like one of the things really holding me back while I was job-hunting this summer was the fact I didn't have a lot of SQL experience, which was bonus on almost every data analyst job I looked at. So, I'm definitely excited about an opportunity to better myself, and make myself a more attractive fraud analyst. Someday, I'd like to go back to anti-money laundering work, but I'm trying not to plan too far ahead. As they say, man tracht un goth lacht. (Man builds, G-d laughs.)

Plus, there are a lot of days I get paid to sit and listen to my iPod while I pick away at reports, maps, pivot tables, and so-on. Of course, I also have to go to ridiculous four-hour meetings were a bunch of old white dudes puff out their chests and argue about the best way to do things while they expect me to take notes 'cause I'm the only girl. X_x;; It's somewhat exhausting to have to play sweet-and-nice-good-little-Jewish-girl Meredith all the time, but I'm sure I'll get used to it. After all, part of the problem with Nameless Co was that I'd gotten too comfortable, and people knew too much about me. Now I have nothing up at my desk but a print out of one of Louis Comfort Tiffany's beautiful stained glass windows, and when people ask me how my weekend was, I just say, "Fine, how was yours?"

Speaking of Nameless Co, the bad news is that I am still fighting them over $600 in unemployment. My case with the Ohio Jobs Department will officially close on Monday, with the start of my new employment, but these guys won't let it rest. They've appealed twice more (since so far the State has upheld their initial finding that I was terminated without just cause), and now we have to have a hearing. That's been rescheduled twice, because I panicked a little and subpoenaed witnesses. My goal is basically to establish that my department was not working our usual job function, and that we were going on an 'ad hoc' policy based on our more detailed knowledge as fraud investigators. I really struggled with the idea of putting people I used to work with in this position, and I came to the conclusion that I would only feel right about it if I asked factual questions that, in and of themselves, are innocuous. I don't want to be responsible for anyone else losing their jobs. I also send in fifty pages of evidence, including all my quarterly reviews and an eighteen page timeline of policy violations my manager was knowingly involved in. Considering the fact that I left out some things (the fact my former friend was receiving calls on her work phone from the man she'd been cheating on her husband with for 10 years; the fact another girl was stealing office supplies), I feel like I'm doing my best to minimize the blast radius. I found out that Tremaine was fired in early August, for equally spurious reasons, and he's one of the people I've subpoenaed.

If I had to do it over, I guess I would have just stuck with him, but I will completely admit to a sense of panic upon the use of the term 'official hearing'. At first I had only ten days to prepare for the trial (before they started rescheduling it), and I could find a lawyer who'd talk to me without charging a zillion dollars, nor did I qualify for Ohio Legal Aid. Finally, one of my brother's friend's put me in touch with his sister, who has done some work in Unemployment & Benefits law. She talked with me 'off the record', and said that Nameless Co is probably trying to intimidate me into paying them the money without a fight. Maybe it's stupid to still be wrestling with this, but I don't think I should have to pay them for what amounts to the privilege of having been fired by them. Ohio is an at-will state, and they were perfectly free to fire me-- with the understanding that Unemployment could penalize them if they couldn't provide decent reasoning. For a company that does a billion dollars in sales a year, I'd think $600 would be chump change.

On the other hand, it's a lot to me.

Now the trial is scheduled for the first Wednesday in October. I don't know how this is going to go and, if they were trying to intimidate me, it's certainly not missing the mark. But at some point, I'd like to start my new job, and let Nameless Co fall into the past with my many other 'old lives'.

Man, I need to stop nattering on so much. ^_~ I promise not to post lengthy philosophical diatribes disguised as self narratives for a while. After all, I've been fortunate enough to have my muse for escapism, and have two X-Men fics I'm typing up. One of them is even an irredeemable fantasy Alpha/Omega AU with spaceships and politics and spontaneous bonding. (I know, I should be ashamed of myself.) There comes a point in every fangirl's life where she has to cross that last frontier. ;-)

I've missed you all. Thank you for putting up with me.


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