Showing posts with label payroll. Show all posts
Showing posts with label payroll. Show all posts

Friday, November 28, 2025

Microstory 2550: Payroll Specialist

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Boring! I know, my job is boring. I’m not gonna lie. I hear my co-workers talk about how they’re making a difference in the world, and—oh my God, that makes it sound like I don’t think it’s true—it is true, it’s just not really true of me. Math is math, and if the math ain’t mathing, I’m not doing it right. I could work for any other organization, and my daily work would be the exact same thing. Is it more fulfilling to know that I’m paying people who are there to help heal people? No, not really. I guess I just feel pretty removed from it. One thing is that I regularly work from home. They offered me a suite to share with someone, but that’s not really my thing. I don’t need to live where I work. I actually don’t want to. I think it’s better for my work-life balance if it’s somewhere I go, and somewhere I then leave. I know, that sounds contradictory to the fact that I sometimes work from home, but whatever. It just feels different to me. I guess working where you live is not the same as living where you work, you know? There are others who seem to feel the same way. I know one of the financial evaluators who lives a thousand or so miles away, and actually hasn’t stepped foot in this building before. It might go against the “culture” of us all being one, big happy family, but it’s real. I’m sorry, I sound so ungrateful and antisocial. I’m really not. Again, I just don’t really feel a part of it. It pays well, and has great benefits. I mean, no one has really said this, because I think there’s a legal issue, but if I were to get sick, I’m pretty sure that Landis would heal me on the DL. It would be free of charge, with no application process, and no waiting. Like I said, I don’t know that, and I’ve never seen proof. All I know is that my chess buddy on the maintenance team was so sick in the middle of his shift that he had to go back up to his room. Next day, he’s back, totally fine, and won’t talk about it. I think he signed an NDA, because they don’t want the bad publicity of giving special treatment to its employees. He’s not even technically an employee, but a contractor, which may be why they have to keep it quiet, but it also more strongly suggests that I would be in an even better position. Hopefully I won’t need it, but it’s a perk that only a couple hundred people in the world even might have. Okay, I gotta get back to telling this computer program to do all the work for me, because it’s 2025.