First of all, I must direct your attention to
this bit of brilliance from
surrealphantast who has beautifully summed up BNF-ness of several fandoms. Complete with Venn diagrams. It totally kept me from going postal yesterday.
Secondly, don't walk, run to the
sg_ficathon the first (of our knowledge) ficathon dedicated to Sam/Daniel. Sign up, pimp, whatever.
Now on to my bitching and kvetching:
Checking my bank account on the web this morning, my Flex account reimbursement *finally* came through. Of course, I'm still overdrawn, due to the $204 of returned item charges I've been assessed. What really burns is that I got charged a $34 overdraft fee for $20 of gas I bought. Shit! The fucking reimbursement isn't even backdated to Saturday. Those Ceridian folks are such liars.
Comcast will probably also charge me a returned item fee for the electronic payment I made and was returned. Thankfully, it was the only thing that was actually backcharged.
The entire HR department, both here and in Houston is MIA. I'm hoping that just maybe, I can get Supervisor and Manager to approve my request for reimbursement of the charges. I talked to Expense Account guy yesterday and if I can get my expense report filed in the next day or two, I stand a prayer of getting reimbursed in something like a timely mannger. I don't get paid again until next week. Of course, expense account reimbursements are also done electronically, but they're done through the same bank I use.
Also, New-Old dog went on a bed-humping spree while I was asleep last night. He destroyed *all three* of his dog beds. At 14, you'd figure he'd no longer have the urge to do that sort of thing. You'd be wrong. My bedroom and living room look like an explosion at a foam rubber factory. What's annoying is that I have a couple of other dog beds, beanbag-type, that would hold up quite well to that kind of abuse. He totally ignores them. Won't sleep on them, much less get amourous with them. Of course, I currently can't afford to replace even one of them at the moment.
Usually he only gets horny after dinner and I put up his beds until the urge passes. I think I even left one of his beds on the couch when I went to bed. He's a crafty old SOB. I guess he thought, "I'll wait until she goes to sleep and then I'll have me an ORGY!!!" Sheesh. He must be exhausted.
I got a cool dog stuff catalog the other day and I'll try to replace at least one of them with something similar, but hopefully hump-proof. Er, when I'm financially solvent again. Cripes.