Yippee i-yay, yippee i-yo...
Ghost payrollers in the sky!

I always said I wanted to be a ghost payroller. I mean, really, what a great deal! But now that I'm inadvertantly doing so because the university has so far been incapable of terminating me, and I'm still getting paid for a job I thought I quit two months ago, I find it's just really stressful. Frequent phone calls to the amusing phone triage system at Payroll, guilty emails to the friend at the old office who may be the only one who can fix it, and careful lists of numbers that outline what I'll have to give back when they finally get around to asking for it... If I'd known it was going to take this long, I *totally* would have invested that check (1.86% profit in the contrafund for three weeks, or 17.9% in Westell, argh).

I just find it mind-boggling that the university isn't ALL OVER this issue, sending me scary letters and broken-nosed guys named Freddie Fingers. I mean, money is coming out of my old office's budget to pay me. The university is paying taxes on me. I'm costing them taxpayer money! And nobody seems to care!! I feel like I should call WGN and tell them. Maybe they'll send Fred Shropshire over to interview me.... hmmmm ;) The real winner of course is the insurance company, who is getting premiums with no risk of having to pay out.

When all is said and done, maybe I should write somebody a letter. I have no idea who to address it to, and I don't want to get my friend in trouble, but the size of the crack I fell through is rather appalling and I think somebody needs to repair it, and soon.

- posted by Diane @ 10:22 AM