A pleasant Friday, and a bit of financial sorting

I had another nice chat on the train in this morning, with the woman I sat with on Wednesday; her name is Elena, and she's a programmer, which means she works in a different building than I do. We talked about kids, good and bad divorces (this sprung from the odd case in the news of a man who dropped his three-year-old off with a complete stranger, saying he'd be right back--a few days later, said stranger either got tired of caring for the child, or realized that someone might be looking for her, and called the police. It now transpires that the parents had been separated for two years, and the mother wants the girl back), Montreal, and the metric system. The ride home, I got off the train at Woodside, on the theory that if I was seriously thinking of getting on the #7 train for peace and quiet, I probably should. My ticket was for Penn Station, but commuter railroads don't care if you get off early. It turns out to take, maybe, ten minutes longer for me to get to the gym that way than by taking the railroad all the way in and an uptown local two stops.

I had a good workout, then came home, where cattitude fed me a nice dinner while we talked about our neighbors and discussed whether to try to get cats tomorrow, and I've been catching up on LJ and even a bit on email.

Unsurprisingly, when I finally got through to the Payroll Department at the temp agency, it turns out that, despite my specifically saying I wanted my check mailed, they'd been told to send it to the NYC office, which was holding it for me. The payroll person was helpful, and put me through to that office, which agreed to mail it, even though their "stamp machine is broken." I'm very glad that this is only 2/3 of a day's pay, and that the money since has been direct deposited.

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A pleasant Friday, and a bit of financial sorting

I had another nice chat on the train in this morning, with the woman I sat with on Wednesday; her name is Elena, and she's a programmer, which means she works in a different building than I do. We talked about kids, good and bad divorces (this sprung from the odd case in the news of a man who dropped his three-year-old off with a complete stranger, saying he'd be right back--a few days later, said stranger either got tired of caring for the child, or realized that someone might be looking for her, and called the police. It now transpires that the parents had been separated for two years, and the mother wants the girl back), Montreal, and the metric system. The ride home, I got off the train at Woodside, on the theory that if I was seriously thinking of getting on the #7 train for peace and quiet, I probably should. My ticket was for Penn Station, but commuter railroads don't care if you get off early. It turns out to take, maybe, ten minutes longer for me to get to the gym that way than by taking the railroad all the way in and an uptown local two stops.

I had a good workout, then came home, where cattitude fed me a nice dinner while we talked about our neighbors and discussed whether to try to get cats tomorrow, and I've been catching up on LJ and even a bit on email.

Unsurprisingly, when I finally got through to the Payroll Department at the temp agency, it turns out that, despite my specifically saying I wanted my check mailed, they'd been told to send it to the NYC office, which was holding it for me. The payroll person was helpful, and put me through to that office, which agreed to mail it, even though their "stamp machine is broken." I'm very glad that this is only 2/3 of a day's pay, and that the money since has been direct deposited.

( gym details )