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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-07-26 09:39 am
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2019-07-26 09:39 am
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Oh the DRAMA!
Always on a Friday, too.
So, not long after I got here this morning, I received a call from one of our guys. Apparently, his paycheck didn't deposit to his pay card this morning like it should have. (We have three options with our payroll company: live check, direct deposit, or a pay card.) This happens sometimes because banks can be stupid. Anyway, he calls them and the payroll company tells him his account has been compromised.
Which, I guess, is completely possible but we've been with them for five years now and this is the first time I've heard of it happening. Had it happened to any of the other guys in the company, I'd be, "Oh man, that sucks. What can I do?" However, this particular guy has quite a history.
He worked for us many years ago and was either fired or quit (I'm guessing he quit, Pat doesn't generally rehire people he's fired). But during that first stretch, he got into a fist fight with one of our foremen (who, admittedly, had a temper, but man, to get him to swing at you, you would have had to really crossed a line), told another foreman that he hadn't shown up for work the week before because he was kidnapped and shoved into a trunk. And these are just the things I can remember or was told. I have no doubt there was more. So, you can see why I'm side-eyeing him a bit.
Anyway, he says they will issue him a new card and that it'll take four days. He says he can't wait - which I totally understand - that he lives paycheck to paycheck and can you please cut me a check?
This is where my alarm bells start ringing. Why didn't he ask the payroll company to do this for him when he called them earlier? I mean, if anything, they'd be the ones to do it, not me. And never mind that they could retrieve the money that should have gone onto his card to cover it. I tell him that I can't make that call so I pass him to Patrick, who handles all the field guys. In the end, Pat says he can give him $100 (he did later change his mind and gave me $200 for him) until he gets paid.
Pat leaves and our guy shows up. I give him the cash. He says thank you and starts in on about how nothing is safe these days and, "I know exactly what happened," he tells me. "It was when I was in McDonald's the other day. The kid at the register says, 'nice ink' and asked for my number and that's all they need, you know. They get your bank number and your phone number and it's all connected to your Facebook!"
Okay, so while he's not completely wrong about this... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU RANDOMLY GIVING YOUR PHONE NUMBER TO SOME KID AT MC DONALD'S? YOU'RE FORTY SOMETHING YEARS OLD, ARE YOU STUPID? Wait, don't answer that last question.
I still think there's something sketchy going on here. He took the money and left 'to buy food and stuff' and I'm curious to see whether he pays Patrick back or not. For some reason, he isn't working today so for his paycheck to mysteriously not deposit and him needing cash RIGHT THIS MINUTE, makes me wary. John, our general foreman, was skeptical, and so was Patrick. So, at least I don't feel so alone in my, "Really, dude?".
This is a developing story... please stay tuned.
Hahaha.
In other news, I tried to kill myself on a stationary bike last night. I randomly chose a 30-minute ride with an instructor I like - Matt Wilpers. They call him the baby faced assassin and now I know why. Behind that sweet, innocent face is a monster. HAH.
His rides are usually tough, but not so tough I think I'm going to keel over. Last night? I came damn close. I rarely get my tension past 40% because, shit, that's tough enough. He had me up to 48% and kept saying, "Add a little more." Screw you, Matt, it ain't happening. LMAO. On the bright side, I hit a personal record for both output (158 kj) and calories burned (317).
So, not long after I got here this morning, I received a call from one of our guys. Apparently, his paycheck didn't deposit to his pay card this morning like it should have. (We have three options with our payroll company: live check, direct deposit, or a pay card.) This happens sometimes because banks can be stupid. Anyway, he calls them and the payroll company tells him his account has been compromised.
Which, I guess, is completely possible but we've been with them for five years now and this is the first time I've heard of it happening. Had it happened to any of the other guys in the company, I'd be, "Oh man, that sucks. What can I do?" However, this particular guy has quite a history.
He worked for us many years ago and was either fired or quit (I'm guessing he quit, Pat doesn't generally rehire people he's fired). But during that first stretch, he got into a fist fight with one of our foremen (who, admittedly, had a temper, but man, to get him to swing at you, you would have had to really crossed a line), told another foreman that he hadn't shown up for work the week before because he was kidnapped and shoved into a trunk. And these are just the things I can remember or was told. I have no doubt there was more. So, you can see why I'm side-eyeing him a bit.
Anyway, he says they will issue him a new card and that it'll take four days. He says he can't wait - which I totally understand - that he lives paycheck to paycheck and can you please cut me a check?
This is where my alarm bells start ringing. Why didn't he ask the payroll company to do this for him when he called them earlier? I mean, if anything, they'd be the ones to do it, not me. And never mind that they could retrieve the money that should have gone onto his card to cover it. I tell him that I can't make that call so I pass him to Patrick, who handles all the field guys. In the end, Pat says he can give him $100 (he did later change his mind and gave me $200 for him) until he gets paid.
Pat leaves and our guy shows up. I give him the cash. He says thank you and starts in on about how nothing is safe these days and, "I know exactly what happened," he tells me. "It was when I was in McDonald's the other day. The kid at the register says, 'nice ink' and asked for my number and that's all they need, you know. They get your bank number and your phone number and it's all connected to your Facebook!"
Okay, so while he's not completely wrong about this... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU RANDOMLY GIVING YOUR PHONE NUMBER TO SOME KID AT MC DONALD'S? YOU'RE FORTY SOMETHING YEARS OLD, ARE YOU STUPID? Wait, don't answer that last question.
I still think there's something sketchy going on here. He took the money and left 'to buy food and stuff' and I'm curious to see whether he pays Patrick back or not. For some reason, he isn't working today so for his paycheck to mysteriously not deposit and him needing cash RIGHT THIS MINUTE, makes me wary. John, our general foreman, was skeptical, and so was Patrick. So, at least I don't feel so alone in my, "Really, dude?".
This is a developing story... please stay tuned.
Hahaha.
In other news, I tried to kill myself on a stationary bike last night. I randomly chose a 30-minute ride with an instructor I like - Matt Wilpers. They call him the baby faced assassin and now I know why. Behind that sweet, innocent face is a monster. HAH.
His rides are usually tough, but not so tough I think I'm going to keel over. Last night? I came damn close. I rarely get my tension past 40% because, shit, that's tough enough. He had me up to 48% and kept saying, "Add a little more." Screw you, Matt, it ain't happening. LMAO. On the bright side, I hit a personal record for both output (158 kj) and calories burned (317).