I just called our Deferred Compensation office to see how soon I could expect the money from my account to be sent to me. She told me in no uncertain terms that my hardship claim was still being reviewed and that I shouldn't bother calling again until next week at the earliest.
Gee, I wonder what they consider a hardship?
Call her back and ask her what hardship she's got that
made her a total bitch!Many years ago, I coudn't get hired to save my life in Middletown, OH. Employers would see my application mentioned a masters degree and declare me over-educated for anything.I would have scrubbed toilets but I was too qualified. At one point, I applied to the First National Bank personnel dept. and the haughty ugly lady who worfed there yold me the same thing and suggested I go to the library and see if the director, crazy Arthur Wolman, who went off the deep end a year later, had any ideas about what to do with someone who had the nerve to have an M.A.
So, I went to see Arthur, who was very kind, but very angry that I was beng passed from company to company. He didn't hire me either, and about a a year later he checked into the Manchester Hotel where around midnight he appeared in the lobby stark naked demanding to know where his date was. That was the end of Arthur's library career.
So, a couple of weeks later I went back to the first National Bank personneloffice to let the personnel manaher know I was still looking for work and still available. In her haughtiest and bitchiest tone shesnapped"What are you doing here? I sent you to the library." I answered, "I came back hoping one of your clerks had dropped dead."
I still hate that bitch.
