I was going to be flash about it, evidence…. then I thought about how I hate how that looks these days. Okay, I know, science grad of me already. Hey, I told on myself up front with that title.
The point of data is relational though, not quantitative necessarily. Of course in quantity of occurances it can be quantitative, I’m not saying it can’t work that way, where was this supposed to be going again? I’m a little bit smished. Playfully.
Anyway the main thing I wanted to record is this data point in employer relationship, Three months in, which is a pretty good place to take the temperture in my opinion. I think more of us SHOULD start taking the tempurature of where we are emotionally in our work life, even if those records remain sealed until our death those data points would be so valuable to future generations. The effects of social policy totaly blind from the people making those policies.. Sorry, statisticians wet dream there, a few hundred years on you’ve got utopia if the ratio is high enough.
This point in my employer relationship is that literally a day after I filed a form claiming an expense, they remited the amount to my banking account. EXCUSE ME?! WHAT?! You don’t get it! We don’t do that in this state, not to people of MY pay grade…….. again you see why I was tempted to say “Evidence! My teen blog!”
Where I could go into this semi paranoid rant about how I think they want to rocket me up to some sub director level position. Seriously, I have conversations sometimes that seem less like “how’s the weather today” and more “what if we gave you more money and power?”………. and I’m like “Well who can argue with that? (Ala Blazing Saddles if any of you are as old as me). ” —– [I would drop into footnotes, but I know from experience that no document type in the known universe can keep footnotes intact in a conversion and this will be the only time I mention it, it’s to keep text intact, so don’t fuss] — [ The Blazing Saddles Reference is in itself a reference to the song Preachers from Space by Logan Whitehurst and the Jr. Science Band]
Now the rational discussion of this is that it’s probably evidence of an employer doing the stand up thing. That’s a stand up thing to do, I say “hey, you owe me money” they say “You’re right” and “bing, check” that’s how things work with everyone else in this dang place, apart from companies. Sometimes you want to give a company money, but they don’t want to take it when they said they’d take it, so they mess with you about it for weeks and finally take it at the weirdest time just to mess wth you.
Then, should I start about when you want to get money out of a company? You better bring your lawn chair, and a few days meals. Heck you better plan to call several weeks or months. If it’s a lot, you’ll have to retain a lawyer.
So yeah. It’s a stand up thing to do. It’s a damn amazing hell of a stand up thing to do.
So WTF
I’m seriously just going to work now to see where this mystery goes. Like Shaggy on Scooby Doo! Zoinks watch out for the ghost Scoob!
We had this hippy today, okay he was less a hippy and more just so high or had been so high that some of his brain hadn’t come back. He was talking about how HE was a therapist and he was a certified message therapist and he was a doctor and all that and a bag of chips. These were his literal claims. To put on his case. Sadly, that is not a reportable profession, sir, bag of chips. Is the salt a deductable expense?!
and I was like “is that what I look like? I hope that’s not what I look like!”
because it’s basically what I identified with, and I realized I was healthier, better.
So I guess the guy was a therapist. MR Bag and Chips you may bill my fancy new insurance!