Yearly Archive: 2015

Job Update

OK, it’s a week later now… still no drug test (the hiring offer required one within 24 hours of signing the offer sheet, but they didn’t have a contracted lab), and no notice of when or where to report for training. Next Monday. With me starting my last week on the current job.

Hugs,
Me

Quick Change

Well, I looked online yesterday for DSP jobs in Morristown, and found a company with many houses in Jefferson City, which is even closer (and closer to Dandridge). I jotted off a quick email. Less than an hour, I received a response that they were having a Job Fair in Morristown today (9 to Noon). So I pried my sorry ass out of bed early to get there… and wound up being hired!

I’m looking forward to the time I can move to Dandridge. Right now the drive is about 7 miles longer than my current drive. But I need relief from the way my guys are stressing me out… and RHA is willing to keep me on as needed, if I need any extra hours.

Hugs,
Me

Weekend Update

I had a great weekend. On Saturday, I discovered some stuff in Bean Station and drove around there and other parts of Grainger County and looked at a house in Luttrell. On Sunday, I got to spend the day with my two favorite people, Aunty Em and Faucon, including some good spiritual time. Hope the energy raised carries me through the coming week — work is not getting better.

New Phone

Oh, the promises that are not kept. I got a new phone (slower, but with SD card slot, HD cable slot, keyboard and 4G LTE, none of which my previous phone had). I was told it would be no problem keeping my old number. Well, “no problem” doesn’t mean what it used to, I guess. I would have to lose phone service for 1-3 days while making the change, and they wouldn’t even start it unless I had another number for them to call for verification; further, my phone had already activated itself, so now they can’t do it at all. At least that’s what they said. The good news is the plan, which is only $35/mo ($50 if I need more data).

So I have a new phone number. Call, write, email, or text me if you need it.

Hugs,
Me

Small Victories

When I’m wallowing in pity, I always seem to forget that at least I’m still around to wallow. I may only get paid every two weeks, but every day I work is another day closer to being out of debt and will count toward the paycheck which will get me there. Autism isn’t fun, depression isn’t fun, loneliness isn’t fun, but dying would end all the chances at future fun.

So. This month I get rid of two complete debts. One is already gone, the other is scheduled to die on Friday. Next month I get rid of one more. Then I have to work harder to keep my credit current and going backwards with my three remaining accounts, all three of which should have zero debt balances in 6 months (one of which will go away forever, and I’ll contemplate the other’s future at a later date).

Still keeping up on that New Years’ Resolution. Making almost as good as perfect progress and much better than expected progress.

Hugs,
Me

Kid Fears

I had two triggers yesterday, one while at work (working alone, which I shouldn’t be doing, brought up insecurities of not being trusted to take care of other kids when I was younger), one after work (going to a party at a club and being the first one there, wondering whether I was at the right place, and then the memory, perhaps a false one, of being told the party was one place and they told everyone else another place. But it’s OK. I know how to help myself, just have to remember to do it. So I’m marshalling my friends and readers and whomever to pass me some energy so I can use it to remember how to deal with this stuff effectively and DO IT.

 

Hugs,

Me

Work Threshhold

I’m getting close to my 2-year recertifications at work. This is not quite scary, except I do have to pass the classes. I have had three jobs in my many years which lasted 2 years or more. Not one lasted more than 3 months beyond that point, so I am getting scared on that… I need this job, and they seem to need me. I have three online courses to complete by sometime in April, and then some IRL classes.

The debt reduction is going a little bit more slowly than hoped but it’s going.

Hugs,
Me

Yawn

Why haven’t I posted anything? Because nothing I’m doing seems important.

I’m going to work every weekday, with a 17-mile drive each way and an occasional side trip (such as laundry on alternate Fridays). I’m visiting my best friends in Dandridge roughly every other weekend. My house mate has few needs and we mostly act like we’re in different dimensions. My cats are about as needy as cats get, and that’s all right with me. I have no new songs, and the few times I’ve actually had inspirations rapidly became too whiny to continue. My health is about as good as it can be for a 62-year-old man whose doctors either ignored him or conspired against him his whole life.

I have friends online and off, I have a few members of my family on both sides who still talk to me, my mother is about as well as an 85-year-old woman can be.

I’m even appearing to be climbing out of some numbing debt I got myself in (in the name of love). So long as I keep my job — and they show no signs of either wanting to or being able to replace me — I should be debt-free before the end of the year.

So I’m going through the tedious job of living, and don’t have as many wonderful signposts to comment on. All I have to do is keep my job and keep females away from my emotional receptors and I’ll be fine. Might even own a house before I die at this rate.

Politically, I’m seen as radical left, but I’m really only moderate left. I believe everyone should have a real chance to benefit from their labor and not get totally ripped off just because the owner wants a bigger piece of the pie. Liberals like Warren Buffett are OK with me — yes he has a huge slice of the pie, but he’s willing to let the pie grow. The FauxNews crowd seems to think that the rich should eat all the pie they can, leaving nothing to grow. I want all labor, not just American, to be compensated fairly for their labor. The rich will still be rich. I’m not sure how I feel about consumerism, as I enjoy a bit of that myself. Where I live, I don’t really have complete recycling available, but I do what I can. I have a few more gadgets than I really can justify, but it also makes me a resource to my friends who might need one of these gadgets. (In two ways — I can either tell them my experience, or might just give [or sell cheaply] them one of my excess.)

For instance, right now I do not need both a tablet and a smartphone. My tablet is 7″ which I feel is barely too large. What I need, therefore, is a 6″ phablet. Unfortunately, all the good phablets require a phone plan which is more than double what I am currently paying and cost wow (around $600-1200).

I am now merely babbling. I hope you have enjoyed your trip through my so-called life. Guess I’ll sign off now.

Hugs,
Me

Catching Up

…that and Update are likely my most-used headings…

Two days after I had that horrible morning depression (which I came out of all right, by the end of the day), I got food poisoning from potato salad and/or egg rolls purchased the day before at Food City in Strawberry Plains. It was pretty bad. I didn’t know I had that much available fluids to lose, but I lost them both directions. Again, I recovered. I was quite weak on Friday, but convinced that I had been poisoned, not sick, which is a good thing because my manager needed me to be to work early so he could go to a doctor’s appointment. I made it, with a few more points of gratitude on the part of my manager.

As usual, I had Saturday off, and other than having to do laundry with Sky and get some ratty-bites at the pet store, I took it. All is well. I’m in as good of shape as usual, maybe a small amount of lingering weakness but not bad.

Hugs,
Me

Recovered

I’m feeling much better today. Got my paycheck from RHA, and got all my bills paid except the scary one, KUB (electric bill), which has yet to be issued. I finished reading [i]Tomorrow’s Music Today[/i] and found my only reference to be possibly wrong (attributed to someone else as a maybe, due to my then-current pseudonym). Got instant response from Gary and it will be taken care of. So everything is hunky dory.

Hugs,
Me

 

Update: No, Gary did not think I was another person. He missed putting a comma after my name, and was questioning whether the other person was also at the convention.