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Twelfth Snow

Now that's a wild word. TWELFTH. I had to look it up to make sure I was spelling it right.

Anyway, the white stuff is coming down and sticking in clumps to the grass. It has pelted down periodically all day, and I was in the office, watching the pellets bounce on the asphalt and melt.

This morning before eating I went in to get my blood drawn. The woman punctured my vein without hesitation, and filled five small vials with the deep red fluid. I'm going to get tested to see if I've been exposed to strep A--and if I'm a carrier, to check my iron levels and liver function, to assess my thyroid function, blood sugar, triglycerides, cholesterol, creatinine, etc etc etc. I started getting my blood tested two and a half years ago, mostly out of curiousity--it is a powerful assessment tool. I want to be able to do some slight assessment of blood and urine in-house at my practice, when I open it. I also want a reliable lab to which I can send samples to get further testing done.

With a bandage on my arm I fetched a bagel from Biff's and went to work. I was early and so was Beth, my mostly absentee boss. She came to my desk soon after arriving and said she was glad I was early because she had something to tell me. She said I would have mixed feelings about it. And indeed I do.

The big news is that this company for which I work is suddenly offering health insurance to all employees. I have been there over six years without any benefits whatsoever. The best perk I've had is the use of the company boats. All I could say is "That's a pisser." Every rookie grunt in the warehouse now eligible for health insurance, and the company is going to make matching IRA contributions. I just feel mad and sad. Shitty timing for me, thanks a lot. Great for all those folks who just walked in the door.

The other thing that is happening at work is that I am actually training someone who is competent and capable of doing my job. One of the outfitters in town changed hands and the entire staff was fired. This lady was managing 80 boatmen, and she's an ideal person to take over scheduling drivers and maintaining a fleet of vans & trucks. I did not want the job of "drive manager", it is simply a pile of responsibilities that was dumped on my plate because I was capable. I tried to give it away a number of times, and expressed many times to the owner of the company that I am much better at other parts of my job, and I find them more satisfying, and I'd rather DO those things.

So suddenly my two largest gripes about my job are dissipating--right when I have finally managed to set my course far from here. Right after the owner came to my desk and said "I hear you are leaving" with a tear in his eye. He's a good man, I have enjoyed working for him.

AAAAAAAaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhh!!!!!

So what do I do but make the best of it. Nothing else I can do. There's a $2000 deductible, so the question is: do I now pursue all the appointments and tests that I have not been getting because I couldn't afford it? I still can't afford it. The dough that I make in the next few months is slated to be my living money when I move. If I spend that now on healthcare, what will I do? I still feel cornered. On the insurance forms I didn't confess about my recent health questions, because they do not exist in formal record.

In other work-related news, the other day we launched a trip for a permittee with the surname "Ho". In the warehouse the guys are calling it the nappy headed Ho trip. =-]

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marijkab
Apr. 13th, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)
That's a BIG pisser...
That little comment from the warehouse just about sums it up. I feel your frustration, I know how much sweat and blood and tears you have put into that place, and to be offered what you deserved all those years just as you're walking out the door is almost insulting. I hope that this tantalizing bit of insurance carrot won't keep you from your move, I doubt it will but, it's gotta make you reach for your squeezy stress ball. (Don't have one? go get one.)
I just signed up for my benefits package at my new job, and I did so with a sense of exasperation... This job that I HATE has given me what all my other 'dream' jobs never thought of mentioning, and it drives me up the wall. I don't even want to be working there in 5 ( or 4, or 3) months, but all the sudden I've got all the things I've dreamed of having for 7 years. Sigh...
Will you be able to take advantage of the health care offered at work before you leave for OR?
liveonearth
Apr. 13th, 2007 04:15 pm (UTC)
Re: That's a BIG pisser...
Congrats on your bennies at the shitty job!! Yeah, best benefit package I ever had was at the cubicle job in Denver where I had to wear panty hose. I lasted 6 months. It's a tradeoff and I do believe that a lot of the benefits are bogus, ie: the insurance that you get for free through work may not cover what you need, but you don't find that out until you test it. Insurance is a racket, and a big money one, right in there with pharmaceuticals, agribusiness and the war machine.

I don't know yet what I'm going to do. I will wait to hear the results of yesterday's blood draw, and then I'll decide on a plan of action.
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