And on the not-as-bad side of things...

Remember about three weeks ago when I was not very happy about the loss of my personal information by my new employer? I'd found my birth certificate and my social security card, which is amazing all by itself, and copied them on the same piece of paper, which I handed to Robin on August 26th when I met her for the first time at my new school.

Fast forward to this month.
Not too long after Robin contacted me to tell me they don't have/can't find that information, we left on our vacation.

I figured I would spend a little time over Spring break looking for those two pieces of paper, but I still wasn't certain I'd let them have copies when I did find them. Was considering taking a copy in, letting them look but not allowing them to copy it. I didn't want to be a big jerk, but it's sort of important to keep that information private and safe, and apparently they'd done neither. Not exactly confidence-inducing.
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When we returned from our annual coastal jaunt Wednesday afternoon, in my quest to appear professional, I emailed Robin to let her know we'd made it home and that I'd be at work as usual on Thursday morning. She emailed me back to say thanks, to find out if I could get into the building on Thursday morning since she actually has NO CLUE about badges, entry to said building, alarm codes or other information. I made it my business to find out about those things, because if I hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to start my job at the beginning of the year. But I digress. Again. Don't complain, you know you love it.

On Saturday morning she answered my last email in that thread to let me know that she had asked HR to search for my information again ("It's been bothering me because I know I turned it in to them the morning after you gave it to me,") and they'd found the copy I originally gave her. Flipped over and stapled to the back of my application. In my employee file. I thanked her via return email, but wondered, "How is my file so large that it was lost in there?"

Geez.

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On Friday morning we had our monthly entire squad of site directors from all the districts meeting. I arrived about 9:25, for once having been able to get out of my site and all the way across town (22.8 miles every damn time) before the meeting started!

And Alan, the guy who hired me, was standing around looking awkward (I'm pretty sure that's actually part of his job description) when I walked past on my way to see what was in my mailbox. Trying to look like he gave a shit, he said cordially, "Hello, Linda."

I had taken three more steps before I realized he was actually speaking to me.

I said wryly, "That would be Susan," before I continued walking down the narrow aisle outside the cubicles that all the Jr Managers dwell within.

He tried to recover quickly, "Well, I hardly ever see you."

I didn't answer, just a brief smile.

You know how you wish you'd said __________?
Yeah, me too.

How about this?
"I hardly ever see you, either. But I know your name!"
Haha.

I'm willing to bet money that the next time I'm in, he will make it a point to call me Susan. And I'll continue on for about three steps, turn around, look confused and say, "That would be Linda."

He won't know. Since they have difficulty keeping track of personal information, a little thing like someone's name is understandably problematic.