the deep moans round with many voices

Well, I have applied for unemployment. There were a few snags -- like the one where their form did not allow me to properly characterize what I actually did in my job, because they don't recognize "clerk" as equalling "does every goddamn task in the store except the drinks inventory because the manager claimed that one as hers," even though my official job title was "clerk" and that's a pretty accurate description. I mean, I worked the register, counted inventory, placed and received orders, acted as cleaning staff, did a bunch of other general maintenance, reconciled daily profits, did some banking, verified invoices and statements and transfers, did a bunch of other miscellaneous office work (financial and otherwise), and advised customers on the relative merits of various purchase options.

That doesn't fit well on an automated form.

I also got timed out before I could register for the direct deposit payment option rather than the card thingy -- seriously, I do not need more cards, cards are a fucking mess, just put the money into my checking account, thanks ever so.

And, because Mr. Speakerphone decided that losing your job sucks and so he'd give all the former smoke shop employees the equivalent of one week's pay added on to our last paychecks, that counts as severance pay and now I need to send a copy of his letter (and maybe the pay stub?) in to the state department of labor for verification.

And my printer isn't working. Which I just discovered this evening. Apparently I need new drivers so it can talk to my new computer? Or something like that. Weirdly, the HP support FAQ assumes everyone uses Macs, which is utterly loopy since I'm pretty sure the majority of American home computers are still PCs running Windows. *headdesk* Also I might just be out of ink, since the printer won't act as a photocopier either -- it sucks in the paper just fine, but it spits it out as blank and white as it went in. (This is bullshit, btw; there was plenty of ink left before my old computer died. Or at least plenty of colored ink. The black was getting faint... but not even the orange masthead on Mr. Speakerphone's letter showed up, so. Grrr.)

In other news, I couldn't get anywhere with continuing my health insurance via COBRA, or having my company pension rolled over into my IRA, because the one person at STNC who understands that kind of financial stuff is on vacation. All week. I will have to wait and call her on Monday. *double headdesk*

Oh, and I got bitten by a mosquito on my way home from downtown, right between the base knuckles of my left middle and ring fingers. That was at roughly 6pm. The area is still hot and swollen and itchy as fuck two hours later, and this despite the no-itch gel I applied within two minutes of the bite.

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So yeah, that's been my day. How was yours?