His beauty never fades, without it he decays
All you know just how much I adore the wind.
Not.
And I must go out into it today because today is day one of two for my VA compensation examination. Only 8 years after I left service I finally am getting to show them how my capabilities, physically, were impacted by my service. My hearing, my neck, shoulder, knees, back. And of course the beloved PTSD, which I wouldn’t even acknowledge (although that part of my brain that always seems to have a corner on the truth was screaming at me otherwise) until a scene in BSG had me in a lump on my living room floor freaking out. Then it was obvious to everyone around me, which did not allow me to ignore it any more.
There are other things, too, that they won’t compensate me for - the programming (which I am just now being able to see clearly from), having to take my ex back when I first kicked him out because he called my commander and said I wasn’t taking care of him, because an able-bodied 30-something male needed a sergeant in the army to take care of him. The abuse he then inflicted on all of us, especially Bean.
So today, my friends, feels like a win, although I’m a bit anxious that the people giving the tests will be wholly objective and not under the bent of not giving me my due. At least I’m finally moving forward with this claim process.
Not sure how much writing will be accomplished today. But I’ve been sketching characters, outlines and what not for the New Project. That is all I’m going to say about said project. Also, there is some further ebooking research that must be done for Martius Catalyst, as well as a collaboration meeting now that our creative team is on both coasts and the southern edge of our nation.
I may have a client to deal with, too. And laundry. Because I didn’t do any laundry yesterday and only two loads on Saturday.
The weekend? It was good. Hubby was home a lot. We did some hanging out. But as has been the case of late, he hates his job and it colors his moods, always. I so know and understand that and he’s trying for a new position, but hasn’t had any traction there at all. He mentioned this morning that he feels like Jennifer Aniston’s character in Office Space - where the company sets a minimum, but then pressures them to do more without any incentive to do so. Look this is a job, dude. If you want the minimum to be 37 and not 15 than make the minimum 37. But pay me for the 37, not the 15. Don’t keep setting me up for failure. Ya know?
I’m feeling really flippant and pissy today. No one should cross me. It’s bad enough I have to deal with this wind. I think I need a mimosa with my coffee this morning. Happy Birthday, Jack. You’ll always be one of my inspirations.
I think this is the perfect soundtrack for today:
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Not.
And I must go out into it today because today is day one of two for my VA compensation examination. Only 8 years after I left service I finally am getting to show them how my capabilities, physically, were impacted by my service. My hearing, my neck, shoulder, knees, back. And of course the beloved PTSD, which I wouldn’t even acknowledge (although that part of my brain that always seems to have a corner on the truth was screaming at me otherwise) until a scene in BSG had me in a lump on my living room floor freaking out. Then it was obvious to everyone around me, which did not allow me to ignore it any more.
There are other things, too, that they won’t compensate me for - the programming (which I am just now being able to see clearly from), having to take my ex back when I first kicked him out because he called my commander and said I wasn’t taking care of him, because an able-bodied 30-something male needed a sergeant in the army to take care of him. The abuse he then inflicted on all of us, especially Bean.
So today, my friends, feels like a win, although I’m a bit anxious that the people giving the tests will be wholly objective and not under the bent of not giving me my due. At least I’m finally moving forward with this claim process.
Not sure how much writing will be accomplished today. But I’ve been sketching characters, outlines and what not for the New Project. That is all I’m going to say about said project. Also, there is some further ebooking research that must be done for Martius Catalyst, as well as a collaboration meeting now that our creative team is on both coasts and the southern edge of our nation.
I may have a client to deal with, too. And laundry. Because I didn’t do any laundry yesterday and only two loads on Saturday.
The weekend? It was good. Hubby was home a lot. We did some hanging out. But as has been the case of late, he hates his job and it colors his moods, always. I so know and understand that and he’s trying for a new position, but hasn’t had any traction there at all. He mentioned this morning that he feels like Jennifer Aniston’s character in Office Space - where the company sets a minimum, but then pressures them to do more without any incentive to do so. Look this is a job, dude. If you want the minimum to be 37 and not 15 than make the minimum 37. But pay me for the 37, not the 15. Don’t keep setting me up for failure. Ya know?
I’m feeling really flippant and pissy today. No one should cross me. It’s bad enough I have to deal with this wind. I think I need a mimosa with my coffee this morning. Happy Birthday, Jack. You’ll always be one of my inspirations.
I think this is the perfect soundtrack for today:
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