Moneybags
One of my pet peeves is wearing diapers because someone else peed their pants. You know what I mean: an organization institutes a policy without guidance or consent of their leadership because they’re tired of dealing with the small percentage of fools who can’t do things right. I just came back from one of those. I’m trying to pay the USAF some money I owe them. First off, they can’t get it out of my paycheck, which is confusing to me because they’ve sucked money out in the past with no problems. So, I follow the rules. I’m supposed to go to the finance office to obtain some sort of code that says it’s ok to payback money. Let me interject here that I will never, ever, require a code from anyone who wishes to give me cash. Then I’m supposed to take this magic code 15 feet away to the cashier’s cage to pay my money. Recently, the cashier’s cage people changed their hours so that they could stop working 12-hour days. I’m down with that, but the change I don’t like is that they’re closed during lunch when most military people try to run errands. Hey, no big deal, I work in the same building so I’ll get the code now and come back later, right? Nope. “We don’t give out codes when the cashier’s cage is closed because too many people get the code and don’t pay right away, which screws up our system.” So now I’ve made a completely wasted trip to the finance section because of an unpublished policy. Again, no big deal for me since I work in the same building, but what about the 98% of the base who don’t work here? What about the guys who work literally 25 minutes away thanks to the ridiculously low speed limits on base? Ziiiip, riiiip, let me open up a diaper.
I’m seriously considering getting the code and then coming back upstairs “because I forgot something” just to see if I can freak out the finance people.
