Dealing with the devil

Today, I was dealing with some of his minions.

Dahey, through no fault of his own, got a new-to-him employer. Nothing new, just one of the bonuses of working in his line of work.

Said employer, which I shall now call Highly & Grossly iLogical Inc. gave him a mandate to fill out all of the on-boarding paperwork this weekend. This meant I got to use my home printer and my own ream of paper for all the forms. No more print shop for these folks! No submitting online, either, because  they require paper with signatures.

The e-mails were terse and there was a 27 point checklist, including boring stuff as insurance, training plan, and even their social media policy.

I knew they were high up on the illogical part, when Dahey called me, not once, not twice but three times in the last two days about insurance. As a regular employee at the Hotel (with good rates) I get it.  Dahey filed the waiver and Highly Illogical Inc. sends several more terse e-mails saying, "What we had on the waiver is not good enough".

The waiver said to include your insurance information (written) and a screen shot of  your information on the company website (with dependents, etc.) as your proof of enrollment.

The first screenshot was rejected because it didn't have a date on it.

The second screenshot was rejected because I couldn't screen capture the date on my desktop, so I took a picture with my phone and e-mailed that.

The third screenshot didn't have my name (but did have the date, insurance company and how many people I insured ).

Dahey was frazzled. I called the insurance company. The people who can send those "I have insurance" letters were gone for the day. They said they can send me one tomorrow when they return if I have a secure fax. It's in a room that locks (and we get patient info on it, so maybe it qualifies).

 Finally, I hiked over six blocks to the other side of campus to see our HR department. They had never heard of such craziness (and I talked to six of them). One of the staffers (who handles insurance) gave me one of my official personnel record forms with my insurance election on it.

Since it does have sensitive data, I elected to go home and write an e-mail to the supervising (er, harassing) HR specialist at Illogical Inc. I put a read receipt on it so it would sound official (and hopefully, irritating).

Dear Mrs. Dick (not kidding- just slightly altered to protect the guilty):

Here are three screenshots that you rejected earlier today. I hope these are less blurry. I have another form that the Hotel has given me from my official record today, but as it has sensitive information, I cannot send it to you until I can get to a secure fax.

I will forward it and any other information to you tomorrow. My phone numbers are below. Please contact me directly, as I am the subscriber, not Dahey.

Please note: I may not answer your call immediately if I am caring for patients. Please leave a message and I will return your call as soon as I can.

RehabRN

Now I just hope that they stop harassing Dahey. I'm not getting very good vibes right now about Illogical.  They won't like me if they continue to p*&s me off.

More later as the saga continues....