Was offered insurance today, and I think I get paid holidays. It would be so much easier if they just came out and said this is what the benefits are, but since I’m too chicken to ask, I guess we play the wait and see game.

So let’s see……

I finally get my own desk at work. I have been sharing one with a gal that is hardly ever there. But now I have my own. My boss went out and spent a dime or two on spiffy new office supplies for me. I’ve been given two more jobs to do.  I’ve been introduced to the managers at the stores. I’ve been signed up for the health fair and flu shot. I’ve been invited to the company picnic. I’m basically the only one auditing right now because the other gal is trying to learn how to do the fired gal’s work. I have a small part of it, but she has the rest. She posted 4 stores, and I have 5. I guess I have 9 nine now.

Then I was offered another job. One that paid way more an hour. But it was with the same company that dicked me last year. Same situation too. Temp for now, position will be permanent in the future.

I was having one HELLUVA time figuring out what to do. I like where I work. They need me now. I’m finally fitting in now. I’m so damn shy and it takes me so long to open up and I’m finally talking to the other gals and joking and I didn’t want to screw them over. Especially since I would have had to give them one week’s notice.

Then I was told that there was a screw up and the position was already filled while they were asking me. Ooops. SOrry. Whatever. Pissed, but just proves my point that I’m where I need to be.

This fire.fm is the most used add-on I’ve ever had. I really dig it.

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Another night, another bottle. Tonight it’s Sangria Bacardi Silvers. Tasty little suckers. Might have more than one bottle. Might have them all.

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Finally having my toe ‘worked on’. Damaged the nerves in the Army oh so many years ago. Boots were too small and the drills didn’t give two shits. I’m on some meds now to ease the swelling. I’m told it’s a neuroma, and I go back in two weeks to read the xrays and rule out structural shit. Hopefully they can figure something out. It’s painful as hell when I have to wear regular shoes, and the weather is cooling every day.

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At work they fired a gal (and then asked me to go full time) — her job was pretty important, and they are scrambling to get things back to normal. Me and the other gal that verifies/audits are being asked to learn certain aspects of this other job. I don’t mind. It gives me something else to do. Breaks up the routine.

Still don’t know about benefits and such. I don’t have the balls to come right out and ask about it. Been trying to hint around and see what I can learn that way. Not much.

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MS was back in the hospital this week. Had to have surgery on her colon. It got twisted and blocked. Nice. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again. She needs a break.

Still one more out there in Soccer Land tonight, but he should be home soon.

Until then, I’m going to sit and relax and enjoy the quiet since the other ones are in bed. MB2 came home from work early, so now I have someone to stay here and watch the little ones sleeping while I head out and get MB3 from his game. Otherwise, the youngest three would have to stay awake and go with me to get him. That would suck. They were already falling asleep on the couch when MB2 walked in the door.

I also did a few loads of clothes. Only folded one load, one is in the basket still, and the last one is in the dryer — but at least the clothes are clean in case someone needs a uniform or soccer shit.

I didn’t clean the house, but I picked up every room and chased things back to where they belong. I’d still be mortified if someone were to pop over, but it’s clean enough for now.

I went to the store and bought food for tonight only. Was 8pm before we ate dinner. I hate that. Now I have to go back tomorrow for the rest of the groceries. Which means I need to make out menus and the grocery list sometime tonight. Thrill. I’ll do that when I pop open a Bacardi/Sangria. Those things are quite tasty. Can’t do that until he calls, however. I sure wish he’d call.

I’m going to have to get used to not having my two days a week to do things. I filled both up quickly and now I’m stuck wondering how to juggle life. I know millions of people do it, and it’s my fault we have 6 kids to manage — but I need an adjustment period to whine about it for a bit.

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Got a call from the school yesterday. It seems MB5 had been pushed, fell,  and busted his head open. I had to leave work, drive 20 minutes to get him, take him to the local clinic — who told me that he needed stitches, but that they don’t do them. So then I drove to Urgent Care another 20 minutes away, they tell me he doesn’t need stitches, but they want to check him out anyway — read: they want my $50 copay. At least I didn’t have to wait in the lobby. There wasn’t one empty seat. I was whisked away immediately to the back so they could tell if he even needed seen. Then they just let me stay. Cute Doctor came in shortly after and did a thorough head exam. Checked out. Then I drive back home, pull into the drive, and MB5 says — I want to go back to school. It’s been 2 1/2 hours, and he wants to go back. He only had 1 1/2 hours left — but I took him back anyway. Then I said screw it and went back to work. Scored another 2 1/2 hours. Every penny helps.

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Take 4 younger kids in soccer. 2 Older boys who are never home because they work all the time. 1 husband who is never here because he works 62,000 jobs. Add in a filthy house, an empty fridge, no clean clothes and no fucking time to do anything.

People are here long enough to make a mess, eat something, and leave.

I’m stuck here after work cleaning up the messes and carting kids to soccer.

I think I’m having a nervous breakdown. I’ve bought a different wine to sample every night this week. I think that spells a problem. Not that I care.

They asked me to go full time today. I said yes. Let’s hope that it brings more money and benefits. We could sure use it.

I’m nervous about going in every day. The house is a wreck just from 3 days a week – what will happen when it’s 5? Gah.

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Serious question – if I’m offered benefits, since it’s a small company, won’t they find out that I’m bipolar? The insurance company is going to squeal when they have to pay out for so many meds, won’t they? Maybe I won’t take the insurance if offered. But damn, MD’s just changed at work, and it sucks. Our monthly Rx bill went from $160 to $240. Ouch.

This just makes me incredibly sad. Incredibly.

Put some pictures in the gallery. Starting to take more pics lately. The Tour De Missouri is in there too. Passed right by the house yesterday. Pretty neat. Waited all day for the whole procession to pass in about 5 minutes. The bikers whooshed by in about a minute. Kids still liked it.

I really like this last.fm add-on for firefox. It’s kind of like the others I’ve used, but I rarely have to skip over songs.

We’ve used the same volleyball tshirts for 3 years now. Mainly because we still had so many of them, and partly because it was cheaper to make them ‘generic’ (without a year on them) and resuse them over and over.

Now we are going to start making new ones each year. Not many – like 10 of each size. That should be about $250. A worthy expense if we can sell them all.

Problem is, I had several graphics program to use before, and after this last wipeout, I lost them all. Even MORE of a pain in the ass, is that the printer shop requires a vector image to create the shirt from. Yeah, I don’t have anything to do that for damn sure.

Anyone have any ideas? Any free programs out there that create vector images? Anyone want to whip us up a logo? I know we couldn’t pay you, but you’d have my undying gratitude.

Still playing around with the idea of leaving the graphic the same and simply putting the year on the sleeve.

Any thoughts?

MD is off on a small milk run. MB1 and MB2 are at work. MB3 is at a friend’s house for the night. Younger three are watching a movie. I’m about to take a bath and get into my comfy jammies.

They switched our insurance. Now it’s $15 higher per Rx – and we have 7 of them every month – and that doesn’t include my headache meds. Oh, for joy.

I got a small raise at work. Had my 60 day review. A little late, but oh well. My 90 day will be next month, and I’ll get another small raise then. She also said that I can start raising my hours if I want. Coming in on my day’s off and helping out. I’m glad they like me. Still couldn’t ask for a better place to work.

MD applied at Frito Lay again. First time it was sort of word of mouth. This time the guy called and said to fill out the position online before they close it out. So he did. Hopefully something will come of this. We need the change in the worst way. Maybe their insurance is better. Can’t be much worse.

If things don’t improve at work soon, MD is going to have to find another job. We can’t survive on this shitty pay much longer. He took up Job #5 the other day – hauling grain. He hasn’t started yet, but soon. Whenever the crops are ready to be harvested. Soon, eh? He’s still working at the volleyball place, still stocking stores on the weekends, still running the milk route, and still hauling beer. Thank gawd for that CDL.

My job is going pretty good I think. They’ve moved on to letting me pay fuel bills, sort invoices, and ….. use the shredder. I know I know. I’m still verifying figures, but that’s why I was hired. I’ve developed a routine of sorts now. It’s still boring, but it’s not that hard. Can finish a store’s day in 15 minutes if there aren’t any problems.And at least the problems give me some excitement.

Kids are loving school. Or so they say. MB5 is still taking the big bus, so I guess they aren’t going to switch him. Thank gawd. I put them on the bus in the morning at 6:50, and then head to work. Working out perfectly. Older boys finish up by themselves and take off out of here at 7:30. Not sure when MB1 leaves for The College, but I hope he’s been getting there on time.

He still has two more books to buy, but can’t afford them yet. His student loans don’t ‘arrive’ for another 3 weeks since he took his sweet ass time applying for them, and I honestly can’t afford to buy them for him. Those bitches are expensive! The algebra book is almost $200 – at the used book store! The other one is ‘only’ $100. Only. He’s been staying between classes and borrowing a friend’s book for math, but I don’t know how much longer that friend will want to stick around while MB1 does his homework. I wish I could help him out. I wish he would have been more of a responsible person when I told him to be. I wish I wish.

MB5 has been getting Super’s on his behavior sheet. Considering this is the same teacher he had during summer school that docked him every day for something or another, this is an accomplishment. Maybe he’s following the rules now. Maybe she’s just chilled out more. Who knows. I just know that when we walked into her class on back to school night, he saw her and said – is she still mad at me? That broke my heart. I’m just glad something is working now. He didn’t like being in trouble every day.

I have errands to run and I don’t feel like moving. But I must.