The Murph
Murphy's Law comes thru in the clutch. In what can only be described as a usual course of events, there was a fleeting chance that this social security card thing would be a problem for me trying to get this job, and sure enough...
Last Monday: I interviewed at Meijer and was basically hired, I just needed to do the training course. Because I was hired on Monday and the training course starts on Monday, I had to wait a week to take it so they could fill out the paperwork background check. I needed to have my driver's license and social security card to be state certified or some shit. I don't have a copy of my social security card.
Tuesday: I call my Dad, asking him where I need to go to get a copy. He says he knows where my original is, not to worry about it, and he will make sure it gets to me (astute readers can probably see where this is going already).
Wednesday or Thursday Night: I go out to a party, leave my phone on vibrate, come back, change before going to bed, and leave my phone in my shorts pocket in my clothes hamper.
Friday: My dad tries to call me all day. Friday afternoon I realize my phone is missing and I needed to call someone. I see I have 10 missed calls from my dad. I call him, and he never mailed my social security card because he didn't have my address. The same address he has mailed stuff to before, the address he picks me up at everytime he comes to visit, the address I've lived at for almost a year. He mails it on Saturday.
Today (Monday): I goto the training course an hour early without the card, it has not come in the mail. I have him fax me a copy and figure I am good to go.
Today 5:30 PM: I am not good to go. The training instructor refuses to accept copy of ss card in lieu of real card and refuses to make with the training.
Today 6:00 PM: I get back from the training session without training. The ss card is in the mailbox, taunting me, the same mailbox that I've checked a dozen times today. Delivered immediately after I needed it, impeccable timing Mr. Mailman.
So throughout all this. All of this bullshit could have been averted if:
1) My dad had just driven over and given me the card anytime last week at his convenience, he usually stops over once a week anyways.
2) I had gone to the government office and gotten a card instead of waiting for my Dad.
3) I hadn't lost my phone for a day and missed the calls which would have led to my Dad mailing it a day earlier.
4) The training lady had accepted the amount of shit I went thru to get the fucking copy of the fucking card to get fucking trained.
Walking out of the store, I called my dad on the phone and explained this to him. In his usual temper (which is something I've inherited from him no doubt), he tells me "That is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard, why won't they accept the fucking copy, it's the same thing, put me on the phone with this fucker, I'll set them straight, I'm your father."
Me: "Dad, I've plead my case, I don't think there's anything you could say along those lines that would better my cause at this point."
I can still go tommorrow night and do the 2nd part of the training with a rapid crash course abridged version of the 1st part. But that also means I'm getting screwed out of 4-5 paid hours of training, which is all I really wanted anyways, it's not like a really need to be trained to work as a cashier. Still, it was a lot of undue stress, and a pretty shitty day on the whole.
Last Monday: I interviewed at Meijer and was basically hired, I just needed to do the training course. Because I was hired on Monday and the training course starts on Monday, I had to wait a week to take it so they could fill out the paperwork background check. I needed to have my driver's license and social security card to be state certified or some shit. I don't have a copy of my social security card.
Tuesday: I call my Dad, asking him where I need to go to get a copy. He says he knows where my original is, not to worry about it, and he will make sure it gets to me (astute readers can probably see where this is going already).
Wednesday or Thursday Night: I go out to a party, leave my phone on vibrate, come back, change before going to bed, and leave my phone in my shorts pocket in my clothes hamper.
Friday: My dad tries to call me all day. Friday afternoon I realize my phone is missing and I needed to call someone. I see I have 10 missed calls from my dad. I call him, and he never mailed my social security card because he didn't have my address. The same address he has mailed stuff to before, the address he picks me up at everytime he comes to visit, the address I've lived at for almost a year. He mails it on Saturday.
Today (Monday): I goto the training course an hour early without the card, it has not come in the mail. I have him fax me a copy and figure I am good to go.
Today 5:30 PM: I am not good to go. The training instructor refuses to accept copy of ss card in lieu of real card and refuses to make with the training.
Today 6:00 PM: I get back from the training session without training. The ss card is in the mailbox, taunting me, the same mailbox that I've checked a dozen times today. Delivered immediately after I needed it, impeccable timing Mr. Mailman.
So throughout all this. All of this bullshit could have been averted if:
1) My dad had just driven over and given me the card anytime last week at his convenience, he usually stops over once a week anyways.
2) I had gone to the government office and gotten a card instead of waiting for my Dad.
3) I hadn't lost my phone for a day and missed the calls which would have led to my Dad mailing it a day earlier.
4) The training lady had accepted the amount of shit I went thru to get the fucking copy of the fucking card to get fucking trained.
Walking out of the store, I called my dad on the phone and explained this to him. In his usual temper (which is something I've inherited from him no doubt), he tells me "That is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard, why won't they accept the fucking copy, it's the same thing, put me on the phone with this fucker, I'll set them straight, I'm your father."
Me: "Dad, I've plead my case, I don't think there's anything you could say along those lines that would better my cause at this point."
I can still go tommorrow night and do the 2nd part of the training with a rapid crash course abridged version of the 1st part. But that also means I'm getting screwed out of 4-5 paid hours of training, which is all I really wanted anyways, it's not like a really need to be trained to work as a cashier. Still, it was a lot of undue stress, and a pretty shitty day on the whole.