That sucks , but is good , but might not be , but will TOTALY work out for you !!!! ( I hope )

fuuuuuck.

I **hate** losing a job.

I earnestly hope that this does work out well for you. silver linings, one door opening, all that happy crap. Go Blue Go!

I'm trying to do some maintenance on Cheri's rear end. Plus, the ex has called me to help her do some minor work on her car. Another stressful day.

Don't get confused now, Sarge! REmember just whose rear-end you're supposed to be working on ;)

wrong socket! WRONG SOCKET!!!!

I had a surprise (unannounced) visit from my electricity suppliers this morning.
And they had to have access to my flat, as well as the front hall.
Absolutely no warning, no time to prepare.

I had a scheduled visit on Wednesday, which I was waiting and prepared for. The job couldn't be completed then for various reasons, none to do with any access I could or couldn't provide.

I mean, surely any normal person wouldn't be home at 10.10 on a Friday morning?
Or if they were, surely a single woman should be given formal notice? Even mentally robust people might feel a little apprehensive at banging on the door downstairs and shouting.

Me, with my various conditions, paranoia and fears, found it a horrendous experience, although I did everything asked (and fell apart afterwards).

It will work out okay though.
Once I receive my payment key, I will be able to make regular payments when I actually have money as opposed to being constantly hit up for money I don't have. Finding out months later that they've rolled the bill over into an impossible amount.
So it will be okay. I just need to calm down a bit first. And switch off everything electrical in my flat for a few months. Thank goodness it's Summer.

Hey Sundae,

I hope it all works out OK.

My brother, when he was a bachelor, used to keep his refrigerator unplugged to save power. He only ate unrefrigerated foods and didn't leave leftovers.

I have a little under-the-counter fridge, with no icebox.
I did have it switched off for quite a long time. I'd rather have it on for a while, until I work out how much I'm spending on electricity. I try not to use the knackered old cooker, so I'd end up spending more money on food if I could only buy single portions of cold food.

But it's well worth consideration, thank you.
One thing; it's finally broken me of my habit of having to have chilled drinks. They are a real luxury now. I'd have told you point-blank just a year back that I could not drink water straight from the tap. But in the end you have nothing more to give up and if you want to stay hydrated you drink it.

Irking and perplexing me ATM:

In April I enrolled in a voc rehab program on account of my various maladies both physical and mental. The upshot is they retrain people for new careers and help place them. In theory.

I got a letter in the mail from them today, 5/24/2015, envelope postmarked 3/20/2015, letter dated 5/19/2015 telling me I have a 'cannot miss' appt on 5/19/2015.

And fuck it all if my TARDIS isn't broken right now.

My hope for this program has begun its death rattle.

Sounds like the PA voc rehab program.

My disabled son got involved in that a few years back - accompanied him to an appointment, where a blind employee was attempting to use a regular computer screen. It went about as you might surmise. My son, despite assurance that he had been enrolled in a program, received a letter stating that, since he had declined participation, there was nothing they could do. He (and I) contacted the office to straighten things out and had another appointment with the blind computermeister. Same result. And this is the only office in town, the blind employee the only person in the job ...

Everyone is so afraid of the ADAAA and the EEOC that they do crazy things, like hire people who clearly cannot perform the essential functions of the job. Easier than having the EEOC all up in your books.

Oh yes, it also keeps voc rehab costs WAY down.

I may have to move to Vermont.

Frying pan, meet fire.

Sadly my experience in PA has been much the same till we met *Gail. Dan is getting help at work and now a full blown Psych evaluation through them to determine what other skills/abilities he has in order to advance his "career."

We were supposed to have the evaluation done through the rehab & his medicare, but since virtually no one accepts his wonderful insurance, we haven't been able to do it. The evaluation costs over $1500 and I just didn't have it. So, 2 years later, here we are.

After work tonight, I'm going over to my 76 y.o. cousin's house while he's at a family reunion, let myself in with a set of keys he gave me, and look for a spare car key. If I find one, I'm going to open his car, pop the hood, and disconnect the battery. Then I'll lock everything back up again and not speak of it.

It's going to cause him some anxiety, but he knows he shouldn't drive, and I may be saving his life or that of another person. Two accidents in the last 6 months, and his official driving record is horrible. I'm surprised he could get insurance.

Lots of meetings regarding him, and I'm hoping assisted living is in his very near future. I may end up with a durable power of attorney in all this. His dementia is getting bad.

That's a kind thing to do, Glatt, for all concerned.


Sent by thought transference

Good on ya, Glatt. If no other reason than being the one who made the decision.

You're his glattian angel.

The fucking car alarm was going off the whole time, and it took me like 30 seconds to figure out how to open the hood. Fucking Fords. You open them with a key, and stick the key in the ignition, and start it, and still the alarm keeps blaring.

So many people were staring at me, but I acted like I knew what I was doing, and I was a white guy in my office clothes, so they didn't call the cops. I'm sure I looked flustered, which probably helped me.

Hopefully nobody will tell him. *shrug*

If I'm the one who starts it up again, I gotta remember to pull the horn fuse before I reconnect the battery. Piece of shit car.

you're sure the alarm sound wasn't just in your head, like those sleep noises?

Man, wouldn't that drive you insane...

My son's drum teacher broke up with us today.

I mean, it was never a great fit--the guy was not especially patient, and realistically Minifob would have quit eventually because he didn't have any passion behind it... but we were content to let him have fun in the meantime, and he was actually practicing, which is more than we ever managed with any other extracurricular activities.

But Minifob was having a rough day, and got pushed to tears during the lesson, and said he didn't really like drums anymore, and the guy immediately snapped up the opportunity to tell me, "Welp, looks like it isn't working out. It's fine, it's not for everyone."

I mean it's fine, because he's basically just saved me the trouble of politely firing him in another 6 months to a year. But I can't help but bristle at the fact that he effectively said, "You couldn't pay me to work with that kid."

Good work glatt.

On to the next thing Clod?

Looks like I have a new responsibility.

My aunt and my mom were in town the last few days for their cousins reunion, and I was hoping all the cousins would work on this other cousin, Chris, to get him to agree to go into assisted living. But instead they were just working on getting him to agree to meet with a social worker yesterday. Which we all did.

The result of that meeting is that I'm going to find an in-home care agency that can send over workers to help take care of his needs for a few hours each day. Chris also agreed to change my "conditional" power of attorney to a regular power of attorney so I can help take care of his affairs now instead of waiting until he doesn't know his own name. I can take compensation for POA services, so I can just think of it as a second job. And since I already have enough on my plate, you had better believe I'll be paying myself for my services.

So basically I have a new responsibility, which I'm not entirely happy about, but I can see why it should be me, and I agreed to it. And hopefully, this in-home care will make it obvious that what's really needed is moving into a facility, and that can be next.

Does your power trip know no bounds? :p:

It's a good man that takes on extra, unwanted, unneeded responsibilities.

Hairy knees, or, no.

:thumb:

He's probably waiting until he's absolutely corrupted.

And I got a lead on an in-home care provider!
The social worker had given me a photocopy of a directory of providers that operate in the county. Around 50 of them, and wouldn't give me any hints about which were good and which were bad. She suggested I Google each of them. Not very helpful.

But my FIL had made lots of friends in his nursing home when he lived there, and the marketing lady there even came to his funeral. Nice lady. So we called her up, since she's an industry insider, and she gave us a good lead. Very enthusiast about this one guy. He's out today, but his colleagues were quite helpful and I'll probably have a meeting with him early next week.

The ball's rolling.

I knew you weren't wearing pants! I knew it!