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curses, foiled again
Aug. 21st, 2006 10:13 amI did finally find Ruthie's Social Security card (it was in a pile I had already looked through 3 times, but I decided to look through it a fourth time because I was just so sure that it was the right pile). But I can't apply for unemployment benefits anyway. "Due to high call volume" the automated phone system told me to call back on Thursday. *sigh*
I can't accomplish half the other things on my to-do list, because they require proof that I am receiving (or at least have been approved for) unemployment benefits. That includes things like applying for deferment of my student loans and so forth. Sigh.
I still have plenty of other things on my to-do list for today, but they're the lower-priority ones. Except for the one about mailing off my severance check to be deposited in my bank account, and finding out what happened to my other paycheck -- the one I was supposed to get on the 15th, when I was in the hospital. I'm holding out hope that that check is sitting in the office waiting for me, although I'm not so sure it is. When I talked to Mary, my erstwhile boss, on Saturday, she said that generally the company mails checks to your home rather than give them to you at the office. But still, that check has to be somewhere, darnit, because even if they want to be mean and not pay me for any of the time I was in the hospital, I still need to get paid for the 7.5 days that I was actually in the office working. I just left a message for the HR chickie, and hopefully she will call me back and straighten this out.
It's really too bad all of this happened now, because Mary and I could really have bonded over the whole single-mom thing. We had a nice little chat on Saturday about the options for state-aided childcare for single moms. The terms of the contract/layoff have Mary continuing to be employed until mid-October, but based on stuff that has happened, she seemed very unsure that that will actually happen. So she might be out of a job pretty soon too, her with two small kids just like me, unfortunately.
My mom slept here last night again, and this morning she has taken the kids off to daycare and then will continue on to the cottage for the day. I have to pick the kids up tonight and then find a way to manage dinner and bedtime, hopefully with some help from someone else (I have a few calls out). I'm feeling much stronger, but still not completely back to myself yet. I also have to get Isaac up and out tomorrow morning (ideally Brian is going to drive him to daycare). Then I have the whole day with Ruthie tomorrow. I wonder if we shall accomplish anything.
I told Isaac yesterday a little bit about what's going on. It seemed to go well enough, although it's hard to know how much he understands. I explained that he'll be going to daycare three more days and then not any more for a while. I said that my new job didn't work out, but hopefully soon enough I'll find a new one, and then we'll find him a new daycare. He said, "And then I'll meet some new friends." I am so blessed to have such a resilient child. He barely even cried at bedtime last night, after horrible sobs at bedtime each of the previous few nights since I got back from the hospital.
My mom said that sometime soon we should get a babysitter and go see "Snakes on a Plane." I'm not sure I'm up to that, but I do really really want to see it, so maybe we will.
Don't even mention the Red Sox. I don't want to talk about it.
I can't accomplish half the other things on my to-do list, because they require proof that I am receiving (or at least have been approved for) unemployment benefits. That includes things like applying for deferment of my student loans and so forth. Sigh.
I still have plenty of other things on my to-do list for today, but they're the lower-priority ones. Except for the one about mailing off my severance check to be deposited in my bank account, and finding out what happened to my other paycheck -- the one I was supposed to get on the 15th, when I was in the hospital. I'm holding out hope that that check is sitting in the office waiting for me, although I'm not so sure it is. When I talked to Mary, my erstwhile boss, on Saturday, she said that generally the company mails checks to your home rather than give them to you at the office. But still, that check has to be somewhere, darnit, because even if they want to be mean and not pay me for any of the time I was in the hospital, I still need to get paid for the 7.5 days that I was actually in the office working. I just left a message for the HR chickie, and hopefully she will call me back and straighten this out.
It's really too bad all of this happened now, because Mary and I could really have bonded over the whole single-mom thing. We had a nice little chat on Saturday about the options for state-aided childcare for single moms. The terms of the contract/layoff have Mary continuing to be employed until mid-October, but based on stuff that has happened, she seemed very unsure that that will actually happen. So she might be out of a job pretty soon too, her with two small kids just like me, unfortunately.
My mom slept here last night again, and this morning she has taken the kids off to daycare and then will continue on to the cottage for the day. I have to pick the kids up tonight and then find a way to manage dinner and bedtime, hopefully with some help from someone else (I have a few calls out). I'm feeling much stronger, but still not completely back to myself yet. I also have to get Isaac up and out tomorrow morning (ideally Brian is going to drive him to daycare). Then I have the whole day with Ruthie tomorrow. I wonder if we shall accomplish anything.
I told Isaac yesterday a little bit about what's going on. It seemed to go well enough, although it's hard to know how much he understands. I explained that he'll be going to daycare three more days and then not any more for a while. I said that my new job didn't work out, but hopefully soon enough I'll find a new one, and then we'll find him a new daycare. He said, "And then I'll meet some new friends." I am so blessed to have such a resilient child. He barely even cried at bedtime last night, after horrible sobs at bedtime each of the previous few nights since I got back from the hospital.
My mom said that sometime soon we should get a babysitter and go see "Snakes on a Plane." I'm not sure I'm up to that, but I do really really want to see it, so maybe we will.
Don't even mention the Red Sox. I don't want to talk about it.
