I got TWO free prescriptions this week! One of them for my darling offspring, following her bout with Strep Throat (ick) and the other for my new prescription for Metformin. More on that later. I like free. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside!
Bad news #1:
Remember that picture? The one with the weeping siren?
Ok. This picture:
J. is going to be out of a job soon. He got 10 hours for next week. Nice.
How is anyone supposed to be able to have a "full time" job with ten hours?
I can't help but notice that Starbucks has a tendency to act like they care and then treat people like a bag of dung. I can say that, because, in the last ten years, they have built my husband up and let him down on several occasions. This is going to be the last time, I'll tell you what!!
Why, do you say, are they being big ole jerks? The proper thing to do when you need to cut staff is to lay people off. Terminate them. Then they can collect unemployment, at least. But noooooo.... Starbucks cares. They want to keep ALL their people on for as long as possible. Once J starts getting less than 20 hours per week, we lose benefits (See Bad news #2). So the ploy is to just to keep reducing hours, and J is supposed to get fed up and just quit. Then they win. And given the current job market, there's no way to know how in the heck he'll get another job short of assistant crap-scraper-offer at the local dump. But we'll see. I guess assistant crap-scraper-offer doesn't really sound too bad if it pays. I bet it gets good benefits too.
Good news #2:
We are -for the most part - relatively healthy. Not perfect, but healthy. No cancer, no horrible autoimmune disease, no diabetes, no heat failure, etc. Given what some people I know are going through, I continue to be thankful every day for how wonderfully we are doing, and how perfect my daughter is. J has been able to get off of his daily migraine medicine (which was uber expensive!) and is feeling pretty darned good. I think this is because he's not working as many hours.
Bad news #2:
I have PCOS. After a brief stint with major reproductive issues in high school, I began taking hormonal medications (birth control) to control ovarian cysts, and was on them for nearly 10 years. As a freshman in college, said hormones caused excessive mood swings and just about got me kicked out of college. Rough times. I probably had PCOS back then too, but just didn't realize. I was on the hormones until 2005, and six cycles later, was pregnant with Olivia. Whoops. A good whoops. And I digress again....
So, now I have to make a choice. Hormones or Metformin.
After all the crazy mood swings and side effects from the hormones, I've decided to go with Metformin, at least for a period(ha) of two months, to see what happens. If things get better, and the cysts resolve, then I'll stay on Metformin. If I can't stand the side effects of Metformin, then we'll choose the lesser of two evils at that time. There also may be a minor procedure involved to remove some polyps... but we'll cross that bridge in 2 months. Really, I'm ok with metformin. I'm hoping for the possibility of weight loss with Metformin, even though it might be a long shot. We'll see.
Good News #3: School (college, not work! Hah. That's another story.) Studying is coming along quite nicely. The big test is on Jan 31. I'm really praying that it will go well. I need it to go well. Someone spray magic chemistry dust on me, please. Thank you. J is enrolled in 13 hours, when he really thought he'd have trouble just getting six. This is a good thing, because really, the more he gets out of the way this semester, the easier next semester will be. We need next semester to be easy for him. Especially if I get admitted to my master's program. Crossing my fingers there.
Bad News #3: School (not college, work. Ugh.)
Ok, so "bad news" is really a stretch. There's this little issue about "duty" - and if you're a teacher, you know what duty is. If you're not, well, it's basically a big freaking waste of time. You sit at some preassigned station, guarding the door. Even though it's locked. Ok, it is a security precaution. But it was really like 40 degrees in the hallway today. It was not fun.
So, every "A" day (if you don't get that, don't worry about it) I have 45 minutes of hallway duty. I sit at a desk grading papers. It's not that bad. Except when it's cold. I harass students that don't have a pass. I open the door for kids coming in from portables. You get the idea. Apparently, one of the administrators thought I wasn't at my station on Wednesday (but I was, and so was another teacher, sitting right next to me). Since yesterday, I have been asked no less than FIVE times why I wasn't at my duty station. When, in fact, I was.
Last Friday, I got an email stating that I had "neglected" to submit my attendance reports on time more than 5 times last semester, and that if I didn't take attendance in the computer during the first 10 minutes of class, I could be subject to some sort of disciplinary action... blah blah blah... So, I set myself an alarm on my phone to remember to take attendance during the first 10 minutes. Havn't missed a single one yet.
Today, I got another email. Different administrator. "I know you've already gotten an email from someone else, but I just wanted to tell you that you have neglected to submit...... blah blah....."
WHAT? Are you kidding me? What do they do all day?
It just reminded me of this:
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