Quitters (almost) Never Win

First of all, some communications cock-up meant that my job apparently had no idea I was off sick. Which meant they tried my home, and eventually (because I haven't been 'home' in awhile) my next of kin. Mum rang up, asked what was going on. I finally had to tell her I've been home sick for weeks, and she said she found that hard to believe because I hadn't told her before. It took me awhile to remember that she hadn't actually asked. Cue screaming match (which poor cholten99 had to witness) and me eventually putting the phone down on her. This was not fun.

But I thought all was settled; everyone got informed in the end and all was right with the world. Until I checked my bank balance this morning and found I haven't been paid. Apparently, instead of docking my annual leave (something easily fixed, and I had more than enough to cover it), they docked my pay instead. I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to manage; Mum's just going to have to wait on my contribution to the rent for awhile -- and since she'll be away for nearly three weeks, it's not an issue anyway.

So I've drafted a letter. I start by apologising for the lack of communication which led to these events. I go on to state that my sick notes are enclosed and that I hope that helps when dealing with payroll. To finish off, I tell her that I think the secretaries are treated abominably, and that my remaining annual leave will serve as my notice; basically, I quit. Not that I've sent it yet; I'd like my other half to have a look at it before it goes. After all, as we're going along through life in double-harness these days, any decision I make affects him as well.

But it's not all doom and gloom. I will quite possibly be working again by Monday. Fine, back to temping, but let's face it; anything's better than nothing, and almost anything's better than having to figure out how to sign on. And this whole mess'll give me incentive to not just settle for the first crappy permanent job that comes along. I'm going to be a lot more careful this time.

Back Among the Gainfully Employed

You're Canada!

People make fun of you a lot, but they're stupid because you've
got a much better life than they do.  In fact, they're probably just jealous.
 You believe in crazy things like human rights and health care and not
dying in the streets, and you end up securing these rights for yourself and
others.  If it weren't for your weird affection for ice hockey, you'd be
the perfect person.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

Whee!

Update: I am now slated to meet up with nifty employment agency, who absolutely love me. This is always nice. I'll go through the tests, register, and then be shoved happily into a senior medical secretarial position on a temporary basis to see if we suit each other. If we do, then I have a permanent job after a few short weeks of probation period.

Now, why'd I wait so long to ditch the evil job?