Argh.

[jedusor]

Are all employment processes this full of paperwork, legal documents, proof of identity, and signatures from a trillion gazillion people? Because if they are, I might try to aim all the paper cuts at my wrists. Toting massive amounts of paperwork to four buildings, two off-campus, in the freezing cold, more than once because people I need signatures from weren't there the first time, was not in the job description.

I don't really mind, though, 'cause hee! Job!

EDIT: Um. I was just flipping back through old LJ entries while listening to Zephyr. "Consequence Free" was playing as I started reading the music meme entry, and that was one of the first songs in the meme. Then, as my eyes lit on the title "All Hands On the Bad One," it started playing.

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[ennienyc.livejournal.com]

My favorite dumb employment paperwork story was when I started working at MetLife and they wanted me to bring in my physical diplomas. Since those documents were framed and hanging on my parents' wall in Florida, my parents had sent me a picture of the diplomas. But that wasn't good enough. They wanted the actual paper!

Since I needed to start working that day and couldn't fly down and pick up the diplomas and fly back, at that point I was able to convince Met to just call the schools. They verified I had indeed graduated.

Come to think of it, every year when we started again at ABC after hiatus, they required the same "3 pieces of identification" even though the people knew me and I was still the same person I had been all the other times.

[jedusor.livejournal.com]

Reminds me of something I read in a book by Andrei Codrescu. He'd never learned to drive, so he had no license. When people such as bank clerks asked for photo ID, he would pull out a book he'd written with a picture of himself on the jacket. Apparently, even this was not enough for many of them.