Man, I’m *still* pissed off, when I re-read my last entry. *Man*. How *dare* they?
Hissing, spitting Kit. *Really* pissed off.
This afternoon I got an email from my HR department which read:
Catherine has a different last name than her spouse – Ted Lee. Can you obtain something confirming that they are married before we add him as the dependent in the system?
Hello? What century is this? What world are we living in? Since when is the *same last name* an absolute for a married couple? I wrote back, asked if married couples with the same last name had to submit proof of marriage, and while I was at it, asked a couple of my married coworkers if they’d been asked to prove they were married. HR wrote back and said no, married couples with the same last name did not have to submit proof of marriage, and the coworkers had not been asked.
So while I was trying to rein in my temper enough to email HR back and tell them I did not have a fax machine, but I could email them some nice pictures of my wedding if they wanted, my boss, who was one of the married couples I asked, went and talked to HR and told them that I wasn’t very happy, and I then got this:
[I have sent the higher-up HR person] an email about the request she made. She will get back to me tomorrow and I will pass her email onto you. I am sure this is just standard procedure for them.
To which I responded:
I imagine it probably is standard procedure, but I feel quite strongly that it’s a discriminatory procedure.
Sharing or not sharing the same last name is hardly a signifier of marriage in today’s world. I feel that if I, as a married woman who retained her maiden name, am expected to prove that I am married to a man with a different last name, that it is only reasonable that married couples who have the same last names should also be expected to submit proof of marriage. If married couples who share the same last name are trusted to be telling the truth, I see no reason why married couples who do not share the same last name should not be trusted in the same way.
And there we stand. Tomorrow there will be more news. *Wow* I’m pissy about this.
I have a lap full of Lucy. She was on the stairs going, “MAAAH!” pathetically, and I looked at her and said, “Well, come here,” and she came running over, and anklerubbed, and now she’s taken over my lap.
Cup of water #6 now working its way through my system. Rapidly.
Yesterday we had successful shopping. I got an ice-cream maker, which I’ve wanted for ages, and we got a table with a lamp for the stupid dark corner of our living room, so now there can be READING in there, and Ted got the gaming material he wanted for Christmas, and a Nightcrawler bust that’s really quite nice, and we failed the fondue-set roll, because Habitat and its pretentious prices made Ted grumpy, so we’ll try somewhere else for one. AND we did food shopping, which we desperately needed to do, and … that’s enough. :)
God, I’m good. Wait, did I say that once already? That’s okay, I don’t mind if I did. God, I’m good!
Further things accomplished:
1: warm fuzzies put into laundry to remove cat fur from them so they can be worn without sneezing fits.
4: An additional 2 glasses of water consumed. This behavior causes one to have to pee a lot. (There are no links in this one. You don’t need to see a picture of me peeing. o.O )
6: There is no 6. Haven’t I done enough so far today?
(Hi, Aunt Kathy! See? A website. :) )
*God*, I’m good. This morning I have showered, dressed, drunk 2 of the recommended 8 glasses of water a day, eaten breakfast, put a table lamp together, and I’m *still* at work 45 minutes earlier than I got to work all last week!