Okay–it all started when I asked for time off– last year. And I did a little paperwork and the time off was approved and vague, mysterious things happened in all bureaucratic layers above my head, and this year I came back to school and VOILA! I only had three classes.
Or so I thought.
Last year something else happened–we switched our pay-check schedule. We went from getting our paycheck on the 30th of the month to the first of the month. Sounds like no big deal, right?
Well, it shouldn’t have been.
The 30th of August I got my 1st of September paycheck–and it was for full time. Because the significance of the paycheck date COMPLETELY eluded me, I thought it was my last summer full time check, and that the next check would be *sob* MUCH smaller.
This tipped me off. AHA! I thought. Something vague and mysterious in the upper echelons of bureaucracy didn’t go RIGHT, it went WRONG!!! I went into Human Resources, and all of my fears were validated. My campus thought I was part time, but my DISTRICT thought I was full time. Panic. Despair. (In my case) EXTREME irritation.
Two things had to be done.
The first was, I had to pay back 40% of my first month’s pay check. Since the rest of my paychecks weren’t getting any BIGGER this has made for a rather icky introduction to part time. (If you all hear me whining about money again, you’re going to scream–I can tell!!!)
The second was, I had to become ‘legally’ part time. This was tricky–the school year had already started, and we couldn’t just white out my contract and pen in the right numbers–it seems that’s sort of frowned up on by auditors. The solution was, they would simply put me down for having a partial (40%) leave of absence. But this has to be cleared by the board, so it went on as an agenda item.
“Lane: Request Leave of Absence”
Uhm, for the record, the last two times I requested a Leave of Absence, it was to give birth.
Which is why, in her polite, erm, PANICKED way, Lady in Red was the third (COUNT ‘EM, THIRD!!!) person today to ask me if I am, once again, pregnant.
I am not. Thank the Goddess. I’m just broke, and that’s enough for now!!!