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.
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Date: 2005-11-30 10:55 am (UTC)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.