I received a lovely Myocardial Infarction in the mail today.  Fucking (NOW EVIL!) stoopid guvmunt…

The money that I WAS receiving because I was laid off is…“poof!” Ironically, I was thinking of trying to find out a way of when it would, in fact, go “poof” but it seems that doesn’t really matter now, does it?

What, to me, would have made some sense? *PA shakes head due to thinking of stoopid guvmunt*

I needed to file these “reports” online every so often.  Everyone has this option or via telephone etc…  Now, every time I have done (HAD TO DO!!!) this, it gives me a date when to file the next one.  Gee, the next one was this coming Saturday.  My schedule is to file every other Saturday.  The money then gets plopped into my account the following Tuesday.

So, yes.  I have a two week “waiting period” or “WHAT THE FUCK EVER!!!’

Now, if my money was going to be cut off, could they not have told me online that I didn’t need to fill out my report this coming Saturday? Oh, no! They had to surprise me(!) with a wonderful, fucking piece of paper as opposed to me doing everything online all the while!!!

There is another option that Grocery Man told me I can attempt to pursue, despite him working before in another branch of the stoopid guvmunt.  I was looking at applying for it “online” today but I am not taking any chances.  I am going to march right down to the nearest office and speak to someone in person–I mean, they already have all my personal information, anyway.  This is just another form of “assistance.”  And it involves Merlin #2.  I think you get it.

It won’t last as long as what I was receiving from being laid off (hardly!) and probably won’t be as much in dollars but it’s another avenue.

Fuck.Me.

Not to mention, my rent is due September 01? *PA stares insanely at computer screen and continues to crunch numbers in head*

Despite the fact she has Dyscalculia.  So does it really matter? Cheese and Rice! Most times she can’t even calculate a proper tip for a restaurant bill!

ASIDE: Ah, yes.  Let’s not forget about the stoopid guvmunt program for my meds! I have just started a new yearly quarter which means a new dollar amount of my deductible.  I need to reach that by paying out of pocket until all of my meds become covered by the plan! *PAs teeth start grinding* Actually, no joke there.  The stress has brought my TMJ back.

Fuck this shit.  I need to get “Employment Ready,” brain explosion or not.  I thought the money would carry through until at least September? Or a bit of October? Bloody, hell! My last payment was the middle August!

Yes, time to turn some things off and shut some things down.

Enter Spock Stage Right…

EDIT: Before Spock takes the stage, PA may stream a song.  Therefore, this Post may be updated and edited again.

EDIT: MP3 served up! This was pretty much the first one that came to mind anyway.  “The Criminal” by Sons Of Freedom.”

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  1. Hi PA.

    Sorry about the losing money :/

    How I figure tips:

    – Keep things simple, go to the next highest quarter.
    – Shift total right one decimal place. ($12.12 -> 1.25)
    – Add about half that to itself. (1.21 -> 2.00)

    I like going to the next highest quarter simply because I hate having dimes, nickels, or pennies.

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  2. Hi Asdquefty. Thanks, sweetie. And as far as the tips, I guess I know who I need to take me out to dinner?

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  3. Ari

    {{{hugs!!!}}}

    Money is a pain in the butt. That’s why I let my husband handle it. Hang in there!

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  4. Hi Ari. Thanks for the hugs. Yes, money is a pain. Thanks. I’m feeling a tad off today but have just woken up. Perhaps after tea, Spock will arrive.

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  5. lili

    POOF thats my head exploding for you.

    Serious hugs-I think after you do the essentials its time to grab the junk food, tea, and remote…thats my plan as I’ve been arguing about everything from harmful emfs(long story) government possible mandatory swine flu shots in MA(sigh-viral youtube thing) and the issue concerning news/media output created for the express purpose of upsetting people into a panicked state. One of my best friends can’t “deal” with me when I’m “like this” lol.

    Yeah maybe some booze will work for me…

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  6. Hi lili. *smirk* Sorry I made your head explode. I don’t think you need that on top of everything else.

    P. came by to “distract me” yesterday so that was good after my “Postal Delivery Myocardial Infarction.” Good, god. I think I’m about to “Go Postal,” right now! Maybe you too?

    Hopefully I will “qualify” for this next paltry sum? If not, things are going to get FUGLY. And more stressful.

    When I speak to Merlin #2, I am going to “suggest” I go back to the “job disability place.” Employment Ready or not.

    I fear at this point, it’s a Catch-22. The stress of having no job or the stress of getting one. Which has the greater possibility of doing me in or driving me over the edge?

    I would argue the former.

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  7. lili

    LOL everyone is making my head explode. Lol yeah i’m closed to postal. You’ll qualify I’m sure. I hope it works out with Merlin #2. Let’s not go over the edge.

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  8. Hi lili. Head explosions everywhere! Thanks for your support or belief or whatever that I’ll qualify. Oh dear, I hope so!

    Merlin #2 is the least of my worries! We get along just fine. I mean, again, he let’s me do whatever I want! It’s like I have access to his prescription pads!

    We’ll hash it out for sure. We always talk about everything but…ugh. Like I said, Catch-22.

    Another thing I said to him before was that I would know when I was ready. Well, maybe there’s nothing like being fucking scared shitless to let you know you’re ready? *PA rolls eyes*

    It’s like, just start slow but start something?

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  9. Ari

    Yes it is a bit of a Catch-22 isn’t it? Well the only thing to do with a Catch-22 is to choose one of the 2’s. Perhaps by making a decision it may be tough at first but other options may open up.

    Hmm…seems I need to start taking my own advice *Ari goes off to ponder*

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  10. Hi Ari. Exactly. I mean, you can toss other “variables” into the scenario, possibly, but ultimately it still boils down to the same, damn, shitty thing!

    I’ve got to do something! And if I can’t it’s like, will somebody just stuff me in a cannon and shoot me out in, as you say, “one of 2’s” directions???

    I never thought it would come down to pretty much a “do or die” situation. I never thought I would be unemployed for this long.

    I never even thought I’d lose my fucking job! Granted, no one is “indispensable,” but still!

    When will this nightmare end? Maybe it’s up to me to somehow do “something” to propel myself back into action to try and make it end. I never thought I’d even end up back for good ol’ Hospitalization #7, either!!!

    My moods have been all over. I just sent an apologetic email to someone (who thankfully understands me very well so I should be okay?) I feel like I’ve been shitting on them ever since I got the “Mail Delivery Myocardial Infarction!”

    And yes, taking our own advice? It’s like a pill that, never mind the fact you can’t swallow it. It won’t even fit in your bloody mouth, so you just throw it in the corner.

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  11. Ari

    lol, yes i throw many a pill in the corner

    but i think it’s understandable that your frustrated. But no matter how bad the government is, please don’t end up on the 11:00 news. I don’t know how effectively I can bail you out of jail…

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  12. Hi Ari, glad you got the pill analogy. I have a mountain of them as I am just soooo great at offering suggestions of how people can help themselves. But I can’t help myself.

    Granted, I try to do it only when asked. I don’t like to be all nosey. I don’t want to stick my head in where it doesn’t belong.

    However, being a blunt Aspie can have its disadvantages there. I can tend to shoot my mouth off sometimes. Then it’s a big “Oops-o-Rama” situation. I have to hope that those folks aren’t the types that fly off the handle–still, I try and be polite…?

    That’s as far as advice. And with people I don’t know. With people I know? That’s when I can really get into trouble! It’s more of an intimate situation so I can sometimes really let it fly! *PA hangs head*

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