Morons and Money

Work did it to me again. They ruined my day and messed with my mind. This resulted in yet another swearing free for all with me being the center attraction. It solved very little, but I felt better for a brief amount of time.

The problem is that I am still dealing with the aftermath of the trip to Omaha. Today it was discovered that the hotel had billed both me and work for one week of my stay. This means that work refuses to give me any more money, because they think that they have already given me enough. Wrong. They owe me.

It doesn't seem to matter to work that I am now dirt poor and have my expenses from the trip still sitting on my credit cards.

They had given me a cash advance which I used to pay for the hotel. Then for some reason they didn't think to have the hotel reverse what they had charged me when my company called to put it on the company credit card.

The hotel must love my company. They got twice the amount of money than they should have gotten from us.

At first work thought that I was insane, when I said that I paid for that one week. The hotel bill shows their credit card number. With a wave of their hand they waved me away.

None of this explains the periodic withdrawals from my debit card with the hotel listed as the culprit on my bank statement. Hmmm.

The accounting people at work suggested that I call my bank and have them reverse the charges. I called the bank and they are going to get back to me tomorrow. Great. I can hardly wait.

I also called the hotel. They also will be calling me back tomorrow.

So I'll be on the phone all day tomorrow and doing very little else for work until someone gives me my money. My boss thought that it was funny that I was double dipped at he put it. Hmm. I wonder if he would be laughing if it had happened to him. I think not.

Maybe I should do some heavy puking at the Christmas party my boss is having at his house this week. I think that would be even funnier. Urination sounds even better now that I think about it some more.

Morons. I am surrounded by morons. The world of business is run by morons.

Never again will I go on a business trip for them.

Oh, they also still owe me for the car rental. At the moment they are only going to give me a portion of the cost, because they are going to subtract the cash advance that they gave me. It doesn't matter that I no longer have the cash advance, because I used it to pay for the hotel. I did not pocket it, which they don't seem to understand.

Just give me my money.

I like to think that I am a reasonable person. Yes, I am prone to melodramatic outbursts, but I think that my cause is just this time. Quite simply work is ripping me off.

I did manage to calm down a little when I got home, but I know exactly what I have to look forward to tomorrow. All that I ask is that they give me my money. I wanted all of this to be taken care of weeks ago. I have been back for almost a month now and I haven't seen any reimbursement from my company. It seems that every time that I turn an expense report in to them, they give it back to me and tell me to change it. I think that they want money from me or something.

They just want everything to be even they assure me.

Well, I think that we'll be even when I leave and go to work for another company and make more money.

All that I want to do now is sleep and forget about everything.

My attempt at going to sleep failed.

The part that bothers me the most about this whole money problem is that I let them get to me. I let them upset me. I could care less about them. I just want my money. They could die for all that I care.

A year from now I will care less about what they did to me. I won't forget it, but I won't let it bother me anymore either.

This job means so little to me yet causes me so many problems. The world of business as a whole disgusts me. People get rich at the expense of others. Its the American way.

To paraphrase Ned's Atomic Dustbin. You get an affliction. You gain an addiction. You grab what you can.

Suddenly I am reduced to being an angry seventeen year old punk again. Nevermind the fact that I wasn't seventeen, when they wrote the song.

I just wish that I had more control over things. Here is where I trusted someone else to do something for me when I should have done it myself. Now I am paying the price for my mistake.