At some point, we go from tragicomic to something else

So,in the continuing saga of trying to get me paid for my research work since September, we have *just* about reached the point where Payroll says that there’s no money for me, that I don’t actually exist, and that VanWinkle is *such* a fake name.

I am officially our admin’s “Problem Child”, and all of my paperwork has been written on flash paper with invisible ink, it appears.

On the plus side, it looks like I don’t have to worry about making the cross-campus walk to the cashier’s office this week.  So I got *that* going for me.

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