Normally I’d like this time of year. The students are back and there’s that energy in the air which is usually welcome at the start of fall, when the days get shorter and colder and you know winter is just around the corner.
But we’ve been through a year of budget cuts, pay cuts and layoffs and have the added stress of preparing for accreditation (AKA the jumping through of endless bureaucratic hoops). I like helping students and faculty. I do not like spending entire weeks on meaningless paperwork that I know no one will ever look at - there isn’t an army of drones large enough. And of course this all must be completed right at the busiest time of year. With 20% less people than we had the last time we had to sing for our supper.
Also - I burned my hand a few days ago. No big deal - minor burn, not much pain, no blistering, it’ll heal fine. Except now, three days later, it has started to itch like a mofo. This is much worse than the initial pain of burning it. And I can’t scratch it because that will mess it up and make everything worse. Gnawing my own hand off has come to mind as a viable option - the pain would actually be a relief in comparison to this infernal itching. GAH. And then I’d have an excuse to not finish all that infernal paperwork … hmmm …
Can this be about any September rant? Or, is it just kid related?
Lets see…
My god damn arm hurts and itches. The surgery was 3 months ago. I go to therapy twice a week. I take care of it. Why does it still hurt and itch?
I lost my job because of my arm.
I will lose my workers comp soon because I can still work. I just can’t do MY job.
I live in a bad area for finding a non-factory job. Factory work is exactly what I CAN’T do anymore.
I’m thinking of moving back to Massachusetts. My sister said it’s ok. She wants me to do what’s right for me. Besides, the boys are 15 and 11 and shouldn’t need a babysitter anymore. Sure enough, this morning, they both prove they still need a babysitter.
I don’t have a car. I spent 4 hours walking yesterday. my lower body is killing me. I’m going to have to ride my bike today. Riding my bike makes my arm hurt more.
WHY THE FUCK DOES MY ARM STILL ITCH?! Seriously, it should be done healing in there by now. Why is it itchy?
Most states require workers’ compensation insurers to offer some sort of retraining benefits to injured workers who cannot return to their previous jobs.
I see you live in New York, which appears to mandate vocational rehabilitation (getting you a job, in layman’s terms) and retraining (preparing you for new job if you can’t do your old one).
Ask your attorney* or adjuster for information about vocational rehabilitation and retraining.
*If you don’t have an attorney, I strongly recommend you go find one. WC attorneys work on a contingency basis, so there are no upfront fees and you don’t pay them if they don’t win.
I am not an attorney. This is not legal advice. I hope your arm gets better.
Why the hell did I let my wife talk me into going out for Mexican food the night before I have to go weigh in at Weight Watchers? I just KNOW I wiped out any progress I made this week.
The lady from Liberty Mutual did say something about job retraining. I’m supposed to get back in touch with her, probably next week. I had to have my independent medical evaluation first. I had that yesterday.
I also stopped by Work Source and they’re having a job retraining seminar on the 22nd so I’ll be going to that too.
I will take any retraining I can get. But, I am taking a course in Medical Transcription and I have been for over a year now (the arm thing made typing a bitch for a few months so I’m way behind). So, it may not be necessary anyway. But, if they offer to pay for me to train in coding too, I’d definitely take that. The ideal scenario would be for them to reimburse me the $2000+ I paid for my current job retraining but I don’t see that happening.
I have to say, I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about workers comp. My experience with Liberty Mutual has been a breeze. They haven’t denied a single treatment. They approved my surgery about a week after my doctor took me out of work, so I had surgery about 3 weeks after I left work. I know of someone else who has been waiting for almost a year. They started sending me money right after I was taken out of work and after my surgery, they started paying me just about 100% of my normal pay. They haven’t complained about the fact that I’m going to PT twice a week, and have been since the end of June. Everyone I’ve talked to has been very nice and helpful and they all seem to understand that I loved my job and wanted to go back but when I said there’s no way I can lift over 50lbs repeatedly, I wasn’t lying (I can’t even lift 10lbs at the moment).
So, it’s been good. I’ve been very very lucky. I’ve been out of work for over 3 months now and haven’t been short of money. I can still collect unemployment when I get off worker’s comp. I can try for job retraining. And, I have Aflac. I’m almost done compiling all the forms I need to file a claim. I don’t know if they pay on work related injuries but it’s a short term disability policy so the chance is pretty good that they will. If they do pay on the claim, I will be able to pay off my minimal debt and move back home to Massachusetts. If they don’t pay, well, I’ll just collect unemployment until I can find a job.
I should not be subjected to Lite Rock at work. I can hear Whitney Houston caterwauling “I Will Always Love You” as I type. I will hear it again. I will hear it about this time Monday morning as well. And Tuesday. And on, and on, and on. There are rules about verbal abuse in the workplace, y’know.
Yeah, I can drown it out through headphones (why the person whose radio this is does not use them even though she has the technology escapes me), but then I’m deaf to anyone who tries to get my attention and I don’t want to listen to books or music loud enough to completely drown out the lab in any case; hurts my ears.
Why do I have to listen to music I don’t like at work? It’s not like tomorrow’s my turn to pick the CD, I have to hear this syrup every day.
You get paid $7.5Million to play a sport I desperately try to even get mediocre at and pay updawards of $1000 a year in equipment, fees, extraneous crap to suck at presently.
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Fuck you and your arrogant demand to be treated like “the one” on a team who’s captain is the epitome of sacrifice for the good of said team.
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Suck it up and shut the fuck up and play here, or suck it up and shut the fuck up and play in Edmonton - the only team that seems the be snowed enough to want you right now.
Ahhh, what a perfect weekend this will be! My brother-in-law is having his annual barbecue on Saturday (“excess” is the watchword for this event – every year must outdo the previous year, and damn is it a spectacle), and the NFL season begins in earnest on Sunday!
Saturday will be filled with incredible food, lots of beer, and good socialization with a huge group of friends (many of whom I only see once each year for this event). Sunday will be spent on the couch with my wife, rooting on our Giants as football’s long, dreary off-season comes to an end. Woohoo!
<Bing>, goes the Outlook box:
“Due to the bad weather being forecast for Saturday, the BBQ is being pushed back a day. See everyone at 2:00 on Sunday!”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Next Saturday, I’m going logging. Not for any particular reason…I’m just going to cut down a shitload of trees. It’s just my way of saying “fuck you” to Mother Nature. Bitch.
Last night on O’Reilly’s show, he uttered these words:
“Osama Bin Laden. Where is he, and why hasn’t the Obama administration caught him?”
I laughed and laughed, then cried and cried.
That makes me angry enough to start its own Pit, but I’ve been doing that a lot lately, and if I Pit every time someone on Fox News made me angry, I’d never stop Pitting.
So, a short version:
Obama has had 9 months to catch OBL. Bush had 7 years.
He would only tell if he got elected. He knows exactly how to find Osama, and was using it as blackmail to become President. Since he didn’t win, he’s taking it to his grave!
So, at what point did coming attractions for movies, themselves being -ads for said movies-, become mainstream entertainment enough that, when looked for on the internet, they are now attached to commercials at the beginning? “Now a word from our sponsor, brought to you by this other word from another sponsor!” Arrrrrgh!
Please go take this ludicrously santimonious assholish editorial and go fuck yourself with it.
You only have power because of your birth. You live in country where woman cannot drive, where they are second class citizens who can be arrested because a strand of their hair shows out of the shrouds they are forced to wear, where they have no marriage or divorce rights.
You also live in a country where people are not allowed to freely worship, where the press is state controlled, where a significant foreign population does most of the work for you.
Saudi Arabians spread hatred of other religions and cultures all over the world. Not a single person on the face of the earth would listen to you and your backwards, revolting 6th century culture if you didn’t have oil. I pray every single day that the world stops granting you and your revolting society any power at all.
So kindly take your assertion that, “the kingdom holds itself to higher standards of justice and law” and shove it up your rear end.
I’m sad because it’s all ‘back to school, back to school’, and I have my unemployed college graduate here at home still with no drivers license or job, and dropping heavy hints on how cute the fall clothing and shoes and boots would look on her. And my car’s “service your engine soon” light is glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife. And I have a dozen 5-foot high dahlia bushes, 20 feet of black raspberry vines throwing out stabby tendrils like an alien from outerspace, not to mention a huge flower bed full of dying zinnias - all of this to be pulled up, stuffed into paper sacks, and hauled to the curb soon. IN ADDITION to the leaves falling from three, yes, three, stinking full grown Norway maples that will ALSO have to be raked and hauled. But I love Fall, I really do!
It’s the middle of September. Isn’t it about time for the damned ice cream truck to go away? The fucking thing circles through my apartment complex a couple of times, and then parks itself about a block away… all the while playing a midi version of “It’s A Small World.” It’s really nice out today, sunny and warm, but breezy, so I’ve got the windows wide open, and I can hear it all over the apartment.
Trust me, “It’s A Small World” is the worst earworm ever. I’m about ready to go beat the driver senseless with a Creamsicle.
Fuck you, Prarie Farms! You’re trying to sell changing your yogurt to a non-resealable container that only holds 6-oz as an “improvement” – when you’re selling it for the same price as you did for the resealable, 8-oz container!
Lying bastards.
You had the one blend of yogurt and fruit I liked, but I think it’s about time I started blending up my own. It’ll be cheaper for me, probably healthier and tastier, and you deceptive bastards won’t be getting any of my money.
Why not have the unemployed college graduate daughter get out there and do some of that yard work for you? Seems like it would be a good use of her time.
My rant is about the fact that people keep telling me to enjoy all the sleep I can get before the baby is born, but my sleep is totally, completely fucked up here, 5 weeks before my due date. Between having to pee every hour, the pain in my hands and feet, and the inability to get into a position that doesn’t make my hips and lower back feel horrible, I’m getting hardly any sleep, and what I do isn’t all that restful. I guess I can just kiss sleeping goodbye for the foreseeable future.
I’ve been applying for jobs and nada. Bored. Broke. One night of grad school a week isn’t helping my boredom. My friends all have jobs and only want to do activities that cost money. I hardly see them anymore. My bf is the only person who will do free things with me or be generous and pay for me to do stuff, but he lives a few hours away and I don’t see him more than like 2 weekends a month.
My back passenger window on my car is 100% broke. Touching the button does nothing. I finally shoved some cardboard down between the window and rubber thing so the window stops falling down. I am driving yesterday and hear a horrid noise that sounds like a large rock hit my car. It’s my front passenger window breaking. And by breaking I don’t mean glass breaking but the motor or whatever other pieces keep the window up and roll it up and down breaking. So now I have 2 busted useless windows. Can’t get them fixed - no money. And I REALLY hate using air conditioning and hate having the windows on my side of the car open cause the wind then is too strong and fucks up my hair a lot, gets it in my face. I don’t like having broken fucked up things. Why couldn’t at least the other back window break damnit? I don’t give a fuck about that window working. But I realllllly wanted both front ones too. I just know the drivers side front one will probably break soon and then I am fucked.
Oh, I am so with you on this one. I have 6 weeks (and 3 days) left, and I feel your pain. I can’t even recommend anything to help. Hang in there. And sleep with a body pillow under the belly and between the knees. (It prevents hubby/mate people from accidentally hitting the belly while they’re asleep. OWWW!) I hope you experience your lightening soon!