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16 February 2005 @ 09:51 am
black dog.  
So, I ran out of money. Middle of the month, and I should have a few hundred dollars in my bank account, but instead I have a negative balance. I haven't figured out what happened yet. It's kind of irrelevant, given the fact that I have no money.

So I tried to get a small advance on my paycheck and was told that they couldn't "accomodate" that--after they'd made me list all the personal reasons for why I wanted the advance, i.e., no money for food or anything else, three prescription medications coming up for renewal in a few days, etc. Anna to HR: "Thanks for looking into this. Not to sound bitter, but it'll be a great comfort to think of the funds waiting for me at the month's end for work I've already done when my blood pressure medication runs out in a few days. It's good to know now that the company is unwilling to accomodate an emergency request for an employee of six years."

Fuckers.

I've exercised some stock options, and thank god I can do that, but I won't have any money in hand earlier than next Tuesday or Wednesday.

I feel sick to my stomach and angry and depressed. If this post sounds like a whine for sympathy, that's because it totally and completely is. I need comfort.
 
 
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LadyCatladycat777 on February 16th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC)
Oh, no! *hugs* did the bank maybe make a mistake?
Anna S.: kitteneliade on February 16th, 2005 05:57 pm (UTC)
I don't know. Probably I did. Dilbert's theme today is "poor fiscal planning." That's me. I'm also sucky at math. :>P
(no subject) - ladycat777 on February 16th, 2005 05:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
seven minute dance party: sarkvoleuse on February 16th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC)
*HUGS* What can I do to make you feel better? Name it, and it's yours.
Anna S.: puppyeliade on February 16th, 2005 05:56 pm (UTC)
Just squeeze me. Squeeze me hard! *hugs*
(no subject) - voleuse on February 16th, 2005 05:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Estepheia: When life sucks...estepheia on February 16th, 2005 05:57 pm (UTC)
*hug*
*hands you German chocolate*

I hope you find out soon where the money is gone! I'd gladly send you a "Carepaket" (the kind US planes dropped all over Germany after the war), but I guess you'd be starved down to a skeleton before the snail mail reaches you.
Anna S.: seattleeliade on February 16th, 2005 06:00 pm (UTC)
I hope you find out soon where the money is gone! I'd gladly send you a "Carepaket" (the kind US planes dropped all over Germany after the war), but I guess you'd be starved down to a skeleton before the snail mail reaches you.

Thanks, baby. :>) "To the Skeleton Comes the Snail" would be a great title for a novel, though.
julia_herejulia_here on February 16th, 2005 06:04 pm (UTC)
There is no single experience more immediatly miserable than discovering that one is absolutely stone broke half way through a pay period- even if as is the case of our household that has been the default condition for years.

All possible sympathies.

Julia, currently in hock to GHC for about $200 on various prescriptions
Anna S.: muldereliade on February 16th, 2005 06:11 pm (UTC)
Yeah--I forgot to mention my maxed-out credit cards as well. Bleah. I've come close to hitting the wall of bad before, but this is the first time it's actually happened that I can remember. Thank you for the sympathies. :>)
kaydee23kaydee23 on February 16th, 2005 06:04 pm (UTC)
How horrible of them. You need to remember this when you think about taking sick days or personal days. Screw them!
Anna S.: gileseliade on February 16th, 2005 06:12 pm (UTC)
Yeah, in fact I will remember this today. I'm not feeling a lot of love for the company--The Man--right now.
~eledhwenlin on February 16th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
Anna S.: jack-davenporteliade on February 16th, 2005 06:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :>)
aliquid stat pro aliquomaygra on February 16th, 2005 06:05 pm (UTC)
you wnat to drop me a line? (maygra @ bellsouth .net) I'll give you my 800 number to call me
Anna S.eliade on February 16th, 2005 06:16 pm (UTC)
I see your e-mail. *hugs*
The Spikespike21 on February 16th, 2005 06:11 pm (UTC)
Oh man. Their lack of compassion is stunning. I can't believe they wouldn't give you an advance. It actually being *your* money.
I *hug* and *hug* you.
Anna S.: puppyeliade on February 16th, 2005 06:14 pm (UTC)
Yeah. The HR guy came back and gave me the policy hardline about how they don't make advances, period, regardless of need. Yeah, I feel the love. /sarcasm

(That sarcasm was aimed at their lack of love, of course--I feel your love, sweetie. ;>)
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(no subject) - eliade on February 16th, 2005 06:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
take to the sky: glassesjezebelz on February 16th, 2005 06:11 pm (UTC)
You can probably do one of those "payday advance" things from those sketchy check-cashing places. I've done that before, and it's not nearly as bad as it sounds. I'm always on the brink of financial ruin so I completely feel your pain. *sympathy*
Anna S.: seattleeliade on February 16th, 2005 06:15 pm (UTC)
I was thinking about one of those lending places. The Money Tree or whatever it is--there's one in my area. I was hoping to avoid it, but might look into it. Thank you! :>)
Nia: a mom picturepopfantastic on February 16th, 2005 06:12 pm (UTC)
*hugs* This whole living on the other side of the country thing blows when I want to bring you food.

If it's one of the common-er blood pressure meds, have you tried calling the doctor's office to see if they have any samples or coupon vouchers of the "get five days free" variety?
Anna S.: city_lightningeliade on February 16th, 2005 06:16 pm (UTC)
*hugs* This whole living on the other side of the country thing blows when I want to bring you food.

*g* *hugs*

If it's one of the common-er blood pressure meds, have you tried calling the doctor's office to see if they have any samples or coupon vouchers of the "get five days free" variety?

Hmm. I hadn't thought of that. I can check into it--thank you! :>)
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Anna S.eliade on February 16th, 2005 06:22 pm (UTC)
It's the SIXTEENTH! Where all de money go? *looks around, bemused*

Bank gnomes. Man, I hate those guys.
Laura Shapiro: comfort: betterlaurashapiro on February 16th, 2005 06:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, god, how awful. I hate that your company won't help you in an emergency -- you're right, they're fuckers. ::kicks them in their tiny-brained heads::

After you buy your medications and the other things you need with your stock options, I think you should invest in some muffins.
Anna S.: byzantiumeliade on February 16th, 2005 06:29 pm (UTC)
Oh, god, how awful. I hate that your company won't help you in an emergency -- you're right, they're fuckers. ::kicks them in their tiny-brained heads::

You are my own private Ray K!

After you buy your medications and the other things you need with your stock options, I think you should invest in some muffins.

Muffins. Check. *g*

(no subject) - laurashapiro on February 16th, 2005 06:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Trepkos: snuggle bunniestrepkos on February 16th, 2005 06:25 pm (UTC)
That's awful.
Sympathy face and sympathy heart.
And the bunnies love you too.
xxxx
Anna S.: puppyeliade on February 16th, 2005 06:28 pm (UTC)
Bunnies love me! I feel the love. :>D *kiss*
Saba: katesaba1789 on February 16th, 2005 06:26 pm (UTC)
Wow, that really sucks! *hugs*
Hope everything is going to turn out okay somehow. *crosses fingers*
Anna S.: hepburn_kjveliade on February 16th, 2005 06:28 pm (UTC)
Me too. Thank you! :>)
witlingwitling on February 16th, 2005 06:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, chica. I'm so sorry. Here is comfort, as well as I can do at the moment:


  • February is the shortest month!

  • You have joined the countless company of artists and writers who have suffered financially for their work. Also, the general underdog population, which is gritty and sexy.

  • HR people are badger-catching ferret milkers. Every single one of them.

  • Boone's eyes fly all the way open when Sawyer steps out of the trees. He tries to stop, tries to get his jeans zipped, but that's kind of hard to do when you've been working so hard to land the Johnson account for the last few minutes.

    "Don't stop on my account," Sawyer says, loving the look of total panic on the kid's face. "I'm just passing through."

    The panic sharpens to a tight, humiliated anger, and Sawyer could just about swear on a Bible that the next thing that's going to come out of Boone's mouth is, Who the hell do you think you are? Followed, probably, by I could buy and sell you.

    "Asshole," Boone mutters instead, and Sawyer pauses. He turns and looks at Boone straight on, gives him a full once-over from his splayed feet to his frustrated dick to the sheen of sweat on his forehead. He maybe lingers a bit on the dick, just to make a point. Boone, you have to hand it to him, tries to stare straight back, like he's not the one who just got caught jerking off under a palm tree.

    "When you're finished here, come find me," Sawyer says finally, trying to keep the smirk out of his voice. He turns away again.

    Boone takes a second to get his head around that. "What for?"

    "Your sister's asthmatic." Sawyer's already heading out of the little clearing, not bothering to look back. "I have inhalers. Come see me, and we'll work something out."

    He's pretty sure that if he hung around or snuck back, he'd see Boone finishing off in a blur of lust and fury. He doesn't bother, though. He doesn't really need to check.


Anna S.eliade on February 16th, 2005 06:33 pm (UTC)
HR people are badger-catching ferret milkers. Every single one of them.

*loves you*

"Your sister's asthmatic." Sawyer's already heading out of the little clearing, not bothering to look back. "I have inhalers. Come see me, and we'll work something out."

**loves you more**

Hee. Feel yourself being cuddled--feel it, my little witling!
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