oh this is such a LOVELY day (sarcasm)
in all honesty its quite lovely outside weather wise....
its NOT lovely personally.
cut for service dog/human annoyances, people yelling, humiliation,teacher and student issues, and a generally not good day.
so we had to go to the welfare office. among other things we had to renew the medical coverage that keeps me and especially wayne alive.
now we had been there on Monday, and i told the folks that next time i would have my service dog since her paw was almost all healed...
i got the "usual"
"you need to ask a supervisor"
well..no.. i dont.. but if it will make you happy...
so wait another hour until the guards are all wondering why.. THEY know service dogs are allowed.. the supervisor finally checks in and SHE knows they are allowed.. so
back today with the missing paperwork (which is why we had to come back)
and the outside guard... the one who tells people the lot is not open for drop offs, pick ups, or any of us unworthy folks...? him?
starts running over to the walk way YELLING
"you can't have no dog in here"
"yes i can, she is my service dog"
"NO YOU CAN"T HAVE NO DOG, YOU LEAVE!"
i repeat service dog he keeps yelling and trying to get on front of us
i tell him to go ahead and call the cops
he says he will call the supervisor and we will get our welfare cut off
we say "have fun"
he says "oh no, YOU have fun when you lose your welfare!"
he then BLOCKS the access to the welfare office door, waves his hand in wayne's face, and leans inside to yell something
the inside guard pops her head out looking rather confused and says
"its a service dog? they can come in...."
the guard stalks off without so much as an apology snarling and glaring at us.
well obviously i was .......shaken. remember i have anxiety and PTSD and this doesnt help.
bella didnt really want to settle down for a few minutes, but she was good and even in the echo-ey building with the kids she did settle down.
when we went back to talk to the case worker we found out she REALLY didnt like the tiny cubicle, she was happy to lie down BEHIND me, but that was more or less blocking the cubicle aisle. we had to keep bringing her into the cube with us, she kept scootching back into the hall.
it wasn't that big a deal, a couple times we had to move her for people to get by, but she was obviously trying to be small.... she was lying down right in the door to the cubicle, really, just her tail end was blocking stuff.
we need to drill on getting her curled up or sitting in very tight spaces i guess. the staff seemed to understand, it wasn't much room in the cube, i know some of the families had their kids standing in the hall, so it was kind of normal i guess ....
i don't how much of that was the guy yelling making her edgy and how much was just "its too small for me mom!"
so
next stressful thing
i have this contest, well the papers have to BE THERE April 1st. so they have to be overnighted today to be sure.
and i have been trying to reach my teacher for a couple days.... because i didn't understand an instruction.
so yesterday, being a bit frantic... i asked wayne to help see if he could find a phone number (because the school webpage is not easy to navigate) and he is good at Google fu
apparently too good at Google fu
typing in my teachers full name, and home town from her alumni listing... spat out a phone number
so having tried email for days.. but its school email and she doesn't apparently get that between quarters, and trying to reach her by other social media means, i left a message on her phone number.
mostly because she had said she would help me with the contest... and i already spent the money to enter...
well guess what. the phone number, which popped RIGHT up for Wayne on a Google search, was apparently supposed to be unlisted...
so the teacher emails me back and is extremely upset that i "somehow" got her unlisted number.
so not only did i have to mail this stuff off without knowing if i did it right, and deal with the welfare crises, but now my teacher (who i have again next quarter) is upset.
did
not
want
its NOT lovely personally.
cut for service dog/human annoyances, people yelling, humiliation,teacher and student issues, and a generally not good day.
so we had to go to the welfare office. among other things we had to renew the medical coverage that keeps me and especially wayne alive.
now we had been there on Monday, and i told the folks that next time i would have my service dog since her paw was almost all healed...
i got the "usual"
"you need to ask a supervisor"
well..no.. i dont.. but if it will make you happy...
so wait another hour until the guards are all wondering why.. THEY know service dogs are allowed.. the supervisor finally checks in and SHE knows they are allowed.. so
back today with the missing paperwork (which is why we had to come back)
and the outside guard... the one who tells people the lot is not open for drop offs, pick ups, or any of us unworthy folks...? him?
starts running over to the walk way YELLING
"you can't have no dog in here"
"yes i can, she is my service dog"
"NO YOU CAN"T HAVE NO DOG, YOU LEAVE!"
i repeat service dog he keeps yelling and trying to get on front of us
i tell him to go ahead and call the cops
he says he will call the supervisor and we will get our welfare cut off
we say "have fun"
he says "oh no, YOU have fun when you lose your welfare!"
he then BLOCKS the access to the welfare office door, waves his hand in wayne's face, and leans inside to yell something
the inside guard pops her head out looking rather confused and says
"its a service dog? they can come in...."
the guard stalks off without so much as an apology snarling and glaring at us.
well obviously i was .......shaken. remember i have anxiety and PTSD and this doesnt help.
bella didnt really want to settle down for a few minutes, but she was good and even in the echo-ey building with the kids she did settle down.
when we went back to talk to the case worker we found out she REALLY didnt like the tiny cubicle, she was happy to lie down BEHIND me, but that was more or less blocking the cubicle aisle. we had to keep bringing her into the cube with us, she kept scootching back into the hall.
it wasn't that big a deal, a couple times we had to move her for people to get by, but she was obviously trying to be small.... she was lying down right in the door to the cubicle, really, just her tail end was blocking stuff.
we need to drill on getting her curled up or sitting in very tight spaces i guess. the staff seemed to understand, it wasn't much room in the cube, i know some of the families had their kids standing in the hall, so it was kind of normal i guess ....
i don't how much of that was the guy yelling making her edgy and how much was just "its too small for me mom!"
so
next stressful thing
i have this contest, well the papers have to BE THERE April 1st. so they have to be overnighted today to be sure.
and i have been trying to reach my teacher for a couple days.... because i didn't understand an instruction.
so yesterday, being a bit frantic... i asked wayne to help see if he could find a phone number (because the school webpage is not easy to navigate) and he is good at Google fu
apparently too good at Google fu
typing in my teachers full name, and home town from her alumni listing... spat out a phone number
so having tried email for days.. but its school email and she doesn't apparently get that between quarters, and trying to reach her by other social media means, i left a message on her phone number.
mostly because she had said she would help me with the contest... and i already spent the money to enter...
well guess what. the phone number, which popped RIGHT up for Wayne on a Google search, was apparently supposed to be unlisted...
so the teacher emails me back and is extremely upset that i "somehow" got her unlisted number.
so not only did i have to mail this stuff off without knowing if i did it right, and deal with the welfare crises, but now my teacher (who i have again next quarter) is upset.
did
not
want