The job looks like it’s finally be drawing to an end this week. I’m ambivalent about it because of financial concerns, but know everything will work out, one way or another. I’ll be okay working from home, and can probably get the store turned around and live within a fairly short order. I also applied for online work tonight, just not sure it’s a good fit for me. We’ll see how it goes. God and the Universe have my back. They always do.
The reason for all of this is a snafu with the outsourced personnel management for FMLA, and their ongoing ability to screw up everything they touch. In talking with my daughter-in-law on the way home from work, found out that when she was trying to get qualified for time off taking care of my son – who’s got MS and fading fast – one of the agents for the outsource company accidentally (or not) CC’d my son with an internal email that said he was stupid. My son, for the record, has his master’s degree in computer science, but with the heavy medication his condition requires it can cause him to slur his words. He’s a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. Even if he were, their communiqué was way out of line. My own situation is so deep it calls for long boots, heavy gloves and a big shovel.
G’s characteristically pretending the world is hunky dory and I’m going to go out and land another high-paying job just because, and without any downtime. Sometimes I think that man’s reality check was written in Play-Doh and signed by the Easter Bunny.
It’s 2:20am. Time for me to ooze back into bed and see if I can actually sleep this time.