Pass the Buck on the Left Hand Side

As my two loyal readers already know, I’m sick of Salem. I’m also sick of being ignored by the bitchy lawyer at the head office. I wrote her an email. I waited two days. I called and left a message. I waited the obligatory 48 business hours that she asked for in her voicemail. I called back. Still nothing. While perhaps not an urgent matter, I took her prerecorded direction and called her supervisor. Finally, that seemed to light a fire under her ass. She called me fifteen minutes before she left the office. Left me a voicemail…which didn’t answer a single question I’d posed. To say that I was feeling fucked about doesn’t quite cover it.

The scheduler had previously told me that she was “pretty sure” she’d be able to place me, as soon as she received my paperwork from the bitchy lawyer. Now while I have already commented on my lack of faith in such a definitive declaration as “pretty sure,” it was more than I had gotten from my friend at the head office. But based on the mail I received from the lawyer today (amazing what cc’ing someone’s supervisor will do for their communication skills), someone doesn’t want to take responsibility. For the lawyer claims that she has a mere advisory role, and it is Human Resources who is in charge of scheduling, and she has no control over the matter. And yet, it is her signature that is required on the paperwork which stands in the way of my placement…

Get me out of here. I have to relearn some line dancing so that I can teach it.