Storm Break

Lady Miss Friday wanted treats for breakfast so that's what she got. Bonus: she loves the new treats, at least for now. Maybe she just gets bored of them. Even Pupple gets in the mood for specific treats. I have picky eater progeny. Got up to take care of the kids at 6:50 and we had a brief review of some of last night's conclusions - mostly division of labor and trying to dismantle the Scoreboards. I got into work perfectly - clocked in and started my virtual "office" at exactly 7:30. It doesn't feel like the case load has picked up at all. Maybe even the opposite. Amy emailed me asking if I'd been able to review the 3 years of timecard issues, and I took the opportunity to inquire further. Pointed out these are all Verified and paid timecards, so the sudden scrutiny is curious. I talked more with Candace about trying to get her paid. Apparently if she'd known Magellan handled the insurance she wouldn't have taken me. They're notorious. She'll stay on because she likes me, but...I was a little more direct with our contact with the company that handles our insurance, and we'll see what happens. I'm also still working on getting her copays from my FSA. I made some tea after, and there was an email from Kathy when I got back asking me let her know when I got back, as she'd just stopped into my "office" to chat. Apparently Lynelle saw late timestamps on some eservice, got suspicious, and had Leilani give her limited access to my email. First of all, I know about timestamps so I'd never do that. I made sure to stop all eservice at exactly 4pm at the latest, not that I haven't been tempted to download my digits. Same with logging in to the VPN at all. I've lingered after I clocked out, same as I sometimes hung out in my physical office. Lynelle emailed me saying that due to the urgency, they needed my response by Friday 4pm. I was very tempted to query what the urgency is, but gave it some time to breathe and process. I started looking for copies of my resume to update in case they fire me. Really, it could easily be that my time is done at ADI. I love them, but I very well may not be able to afford to work there for much longer, even if I get through this. I'm just terrified I won't be able to find a job as passionate and accepting as ADI.

Julian was having a rough day at work, though I I couldn't stay long enough to get into detail before my lunch break ended. Weed4Less was still out of House carts and I still couldn't find the remaining cart. But then I remembered all the dab pens I bought trying to get higher. I've also got that Plug n' Play cart, I just still couldn't find the battery for it. I heard some people arguing outside but couldn't see clearly or hear much through my headphones. Not my circus, not my monkeys. Julian was a little late getting home, probably traffic or something. There's some issue with the insurance company they use, something about the insurance not communicating whether the clients were on autopay or something, so Julian has been serving as essentially a liaison. He brought up demanding more pay again and, wary of giving advice when he's just looking for an ear, I just congratulated him on everything and phrased his suggested demand as a request.

Julian started dinner - burgers and fries. I'm easy. YouTube played Saint Motel's My Type, which is Julian's favorite track by them, and we had an S&M party. Played that My Type, Cold Cold Man, and my current favorite, Midnight Movies. Even better, I lip synced for my life, which I've been meaning to do not only as a creative outlet, but for exercise as well. Julian seemed....I don't know, discomfited or something. He knows me, knows my eccentricity, but it felt like someone who'd never seen something like that before trying to politely avert their eyes. He went to smoke and call his mom, said the fries would be fine and just needed me to flip the burgers. He declined the dab pens but did take the preroll I found and suggested prerolls could be his thing. W4Less has them 3/25, though I have no clue how that compares. Funny, since I was prepared to stay sober and only set up the pens for him. But gosh, it would be such a waste to have charged and set them up without using them. I flipped the burgers, but realized too late that his phone call was taking longer than I thought. The burgers were slightly burned so I flipped them again and took them off the burner. They charred on that side, too. I heard more yelling outside but couldn't make anything out. When Julian came back he told me Kevin was on his chems of choice again, booze plus whatever, and fighting with everyone he could see. Even stranger, his neighbor Bucky enlisted in the Angry Drunk Corps. Apparently the shouting I heard earlier was Bucky following Sam home with a cloud of vitriol. Everyone - Julian, Terry, Larry, Dean, Dorota...even the mailman! told them to go home and sleep it off, but they raged instead. Nearly got into a fist-fight with Terry and Taka. Julian defended my honor when Kevin tried to claim I'm not really an attorney. I am a real attorney, I'm just not a Real Attorney. He switched tracks and said I'm lazy for working as a paralegal. I don't think "lazy" is really a word that can accurately describe me these days, but I absolutely understand how it looks from the outside. I feel for them, for whatever substance and psychological demons are riding them, but I'm also grateful I'm not the problem. If I believed in The Universe sending messages, it would be one of those memes. Me: I was such a terrible mess of a tenant! Kevin: Hold my beer.