Montana n: A state of the northwest United States bordering on Canada. Admitted as the 41st state in 1889. The fourth largest state in the union, it includes vast prairies and numerous majestic mountain ranges.
Syn: Treasure State, Big Sky Country, Last Best Place.
Jones n: slang. An addiction or very deep craving.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I-9
- She:
- Would you like me to mail a copy of my social security card?
- Me:
- No thanks, just list the number. You are really paranoid about this paperwork.
- She:
- Well you mentioned big fines.
- Me:
- I didn't intend to make it sound that serious. It works like this; we have to keep this I-9 paperwork on file for all employees in case some big government person asks for it. If, in the rare one in a bazillion chance that a government fool were to come snooping, we would have to prove that all our employees are eligible to work in the U.S. I have never heard of anyone ever being asked for this paper, but employers are threatened with fines and such to keep us in line. There would only be trouble if we were hiring illegal aliens. Personally, I am pretty confident that you are eligible to work in the United States.
- She:
- Only for about 40 years.
- Me:
- Right. So if the government hassles me about providing a job to a law abiding white American woman with a valid social security number, I will be sure to get in touch and get a copy of that document right away.
Labels: conversation, employees, Employment, fines, government, hireing, I-9, job, paperwork, work
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Hiring
- He:
- So are you one of those that hire all the Russian kids?
- Me:
- No that's the ski resort. It's less paperwork to hire domestically so I prefer that, but I will hire foreigners if I have to.
- He:
- Why do they have to do that?
- Me:
- Because Americans are not taking the jobs. I have been recruiting up a storm for the past couple months and I don't have enough applications right now.
Labels: conversation, employees, Employment, foreign, jobs, paperwork
Friday, March 02, 2007
Paperwork
- R:
- ...and this sheet is the mold disclosure form.
- Me:
- Mold disclosure?
- R:
- Yes, it is a state requirement for selling property. It just says that every home has mold in it and that you are aware of that. Mold comes from showers or houseplants or humidity or wherever. It's not necessarily bad but it is in every home and we have to disclose it.
- Me:
- Is there an oxygen disclosure form? I need to make sure that there is air to breathe on this property.
Labels: bureaucracy, conversation, disclosure, form, mold, paperwork, sarcasm
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