Tomorrow is my Friday this week.
Can I get a “Hallelujah”?
I finally broke down and set a doctor’s appointment, something long overdue and nonetheless done with the utmost reluctance. Not only do I take issue with the robbery extortion co-pays on top of an outrageous insurance premium, but I really do think of it as hush money. They take my money to shut me up so they don’t have to actually do anything toward a remedy.
This is my second entry on the subject, so I will let it stand at that. I forgot to post a link at Diaryland, so y’all can go back one if you really want to read the whole grumbly spiel.
My boss is really pushing me to get my certs so I can do a lateral move into a different department. Even though it wouldn’t make a difference in the money, and would put me back on nights (ugh) I’m considering it. Part of the reason is that it would slash my commute by about half, saving both time and money. That’ll be even more important this summer when we’re hunting down a new place to live.
We have three offices in the immediate area and I’m currently driving to the one that’s farthest from where I live. It’s really a beautiful drive, and for some reason the beautiful drive gives me the heebie-jeebies when I drive it, every single day. I drive alongside an urban lake and my thoughts go down some very negative paths. I haven’t said anything to anyone else, but I do think it’s better for me to make a move – the sooner the better.
G kind of irked me. His only question was how it would impact the monetary situation. I know he doesn’t like me working nights, but to be honest I’m more comfortable driving the shorter distance at 11-ish at night than I am driving to the hoity-toity area where I work now and driving at o’dark thirty in the morning. Maybe it’s just the familiarity thing but I don’t think so. The office I love. The drive, lovely as it is, gives me the creeps in a big way.
It makes no logical sense and yet makes perfect sense from a spiritual standpoint. I pay attention when my brain makes sudden sharp turns to the dark side, no preamble and no turn signal.
The daughter is bitching and moaning her way through her nursing classes, but she’s doing the work and passing. She tackled the toughest classes first and had decided to cancel one of them, but the teacher talked her into toughing it out. Considering she’s been out of school essentially since she was 12 years old, the kid’s doing a pretty damned good job. She’s got a good vocabulary and a good grasp of the English language, which puts her leaps and bounds ahead of a lot of her classmates. (Hey, all my years in broadcasting did have an effect; my kids are all articulate.)
It’s horrendously late; unfortunately my stress levels have been such of late that my sleep patterns (and pretty much everything else, for that matter) have been utterly trashed. If I had to make a conscious effort instead of sleepwalking through things these days, I’d be SOL.
My daughter and I are tentatively going to see Avatar this weekend. G flat-out refuses to go, having set his mind on disliking it. Given his propensity for canceling out at the last minute on ANY plans, I have come to the conclusion that it’s better to let it go. In fact, knowing what I know about him, my best bet is to start excluding him and making plans with other people. I’m not talking about another man (though the thought has crossed my mind from time to time.) I just mean friends, in general.
Guess that’s gotta do it for tonight. I really should get SOME sleep before shuffling off to work in the morning.