Included in this is a background check authorization. Here is the text: "In connection with this request, I authorize all corporations, companies, former employers, supervisors, credit agencies, educational institutions, law enforcement agencies, city, state, county and federal courts, motor vehicle bureaus, military services and persons to release information they may have about me to the person or company with which this form has been filed, or their agent, Moore Information Services and release all parties involved from any liability and responsibility for doing so." Basically, they are asking me to give them the right to ask anyone anything about me. Further, the authorization is in power for the length of my employment by this third party. I called the HR person and she said "A lot of people ask about this, but all we every ask for is 7 years of felony and misdemenor history from local and federal agencies. So, it is really no big deal. Everyone signs it." That made me feel so much better about the whole thing. I told her to give me a contract asking for authorization for a one time check of the information they check and I will most likely sign it. Otherwise, I guess I'm looking for work? She said this is a boiler plate, industry standard release. Has anyone ever signed something like that? It is so fucking vague! I mean, they can check my spending habits, my medical records, investments and account balances, anything! Her whole "people sometimes show concern, but once I tell them what we really intend to do with your unlimited authorization, no one has a problem with it" line really bothered me. Not only do they want me to sign it, they're trying to coerce me into signing? Am I just paranoid? |
A few months ago a company asked me to sign a comtract that basically said, "Everything you've ever thought of, or ever will think of, is ours until the end of time." I didn't sign the contract, and for some reason they didn't ask me to leave. I had another job in a month anyway. |
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so i won't be blowing up HQ. even though it could take "a long time", i asked the hr rep lady to have legal prepare me a more specific, one time authorization to sign. she said she would "try". fuck them. FUCK THEM I SAY! this shit is really upsetting me. i'm not sure why i'm letting myself get so riled up. i am in a 'low phase', so maybe that's it. whatever the reason, gugh. argh. murgh. and i don't think i'm going to get a lot of support on the homefront if i bail from the job for this reason. which pisses me off even more. i need to put a call in to god. i need a few more of those waivers. |
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goddam it cunts. ytou fuckig cunts fuck tyou fucnt cutns,. cutn. c8unts. cunts. twat forest. cunts. |
if they press the issue, press your request for them to sign something similar. stand your ground. ive signed similar documents but nothing as seemingly detailed as that. ive authorized them to check my credit and criminal history and thats it. next time you go into a bank with money to deposit...say you want to make a new account...when they start asking you all of your personal info, besure and ask the same of them. when the clerk looks shocked and surprised when you ask her for her SSN and home address...remind her that you are handing over (potentially) large sums of your money. Shouldnt you have the right to know who you are giving it to? If they reply " of course miss dowell, you are giving your money to wells fargo, evil union and trust, first demonic of california et al" you can then further drag it out by making a case that they, as a bank clerk are not physically wells fargo and that they are merely a representative and you should know who you are handing your money over to. a former coworker once told me how she did this with 10k in cash she was looking to deposit. her line was "im about to hand you ten fuckin grand, id like to know *who* im giving it to, just like you want to know every thing about me" fight it nate. |
i'm in a cloud today. everything is fucked. it makes sense. drunk on saturday, a sharp inhale on sunday, and this depressed monday exhale. i don't know if this is a recent pattern or just noticible now that i'm so rarely drunk. i have a problem with authority. i have a creeping headache. i have a serious attitude problem. i have recurring thoughts of absence. not death, just absence. i want to screw my head off and leave it in a place where someone will find it, not too soon, and return it to my body. i want a blank period where i can catch the breath i cannot breathe. where i can just exist plainly. fuck all. i'm in a mood today. "twat forest" i wish i had one of those to run through. or even a vivid image of one. |
"you dont have a drinking problem, you have a thinking problem" |
the company wouldn't budge, i wouldn't budge. and then my boss told me he'd have to send me away, but he'd really rather i stayed on. so i signed it. i like my boss. i like everyone on my team. they're smart people. liberal arts people. i told my boss it was a question of principle or employment. i'm not gelded by the need for money. he told me resistance has died in him. the corporations own the country. he went on this twenty minute rant that would have made dave. feel like a neocon. then he caught a tangent and somehow sequewayed into how he once held the letters of Frederick Douglass in his hands. how his dissertation was all about orators in the 19th century. back to background checks, and how strange it was that certain felonies might keep you from being unemployed. which somehow led to us picturing certain other employees as assault and battery felons. one manager in particular. my boss said, "I think he's a total asshole." "uh," I said. That is my usual response when I'm not sure he should be telling me something. Which happens often. His direct honesty sometimes joins up with his lack of management experience in delightfully refreshing ways. "I told [Director of HR] that. She hadn't even asked my opinion. We weren't even talking about [Manager who is an Asshole]." "Have you told him you think he's an asshole?" "No, not directly. But I'm sure he knows. I hope he knows." so i signed the fucking papers. i have nothing to hide, and i wouldn't have made a difference anyway. except to him and my team. fucking stinks. |
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Well, I guess some folks will never change, impending doom or no. Next time I get to London, if you're still alive, we're definitely going to have to meet. |
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