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thepnutgalleryA lot better start to the day, though it was one of those nights where it was freezing outside of my blankets, but tucked under them? An oven. I'd sweat a small ocean, open the oven door to the arctic chill, and freeze extra due to being wet, in a vicious cycle. Tim called in the morning, but I couldn't talk long since I had to focus on work. I've got to stop thinking that people only call for emergencies.
I've realized that just as I have a tendency to obsess about whichever aspect of work I'm engaged in, I've had a tendency to put my Weekly Chores as the first thing I do. But those chores are just prep for our real work, so it's easier for little things to fall through the cracks. So today I took care of all the things I prepped yesterday before I left the Virtual Office. Worked up cases, tagged expedited claims, etc. It worked well and my NOA email got sent in perfectly reasonable time. A long time ago I had apologized for finishing eservice "late," but since I start so early, no one noticed until I said something. We also got an email about yesterday's claims batch. It was a Hard Fail, which meant everything we had tagged needed to be retagged. This was because of a missing detail on one of the claims, and it was a rollercoaster. On even reading the email, I desperately hoped it wasn't me, figured it probably was, and talked Future Me back from the edge. All at the same time. It was me, but it was an incomplete detail someone entered in between the completed review and tagging. When I first started working on claims, I was just as thorough in the tagging process as I was on review. Eventually, I noticed that everything was always fine, and I asked why we were even there. Even they seemed to think we were somewhat redundant. I'd just been thinking that we might eventually decide tagging review was an unnecessary step, but things like this are clearly why we have it. I stayed after again, and I was going to take care of service too, but Carl had already done it.
After (after) work, the rain finally started. Figuratively and literally. I saw a post from Steve that Nic died. He didn't say how he died, and even I'm not so callous as to ask. I hadn't seen him in years, but I always got a vibe from him that he was a genuinely good, giving person. My oof came supersized because Steve apparently does a lot of drugs. We could have traded stories.
Lady Miss Friday was understandably upset with the rain, but didn't want to get under the covers. Understandably. I've really got to get a bunch more quarters and wash everything. I keep hoping I'll find my others or they'll install that app payment on the machines. And then I keep thinking I should just suggest it. But then I worry they'll use that as a justification for raising the rent. And on your right, next to the Disgust at not quitting GHB for Lady Miss Friday, you'll see the Pure Cringe at losing a 1k apartment with a balcony where I fed everything. I was freaking out over her freaking out until I remembered the stock of blankets I keep. I just put one over my current blanket and she crawled up under me. I updated my journal on my phone, then kept my progress steady in my paying and non-paying games.
Finally called Tim before I went to bed because I told him I would. Just checking in mostly, but we talked about Jared, his experiences growing up, etc. I couldn't remember who I was talking to when I felt pity for him, which is an insanely kinder emotion than any I've felt for him in about 25 years or so. And I couldn't remember what had even made me feel that, just that my dad treated us like a chessboard and Jared always lost. Gets into the school to prison pipeline motif, too, since Jared reacted so poorly. Whatever disgust I inspired, at least I wasn't Jared. It was suddenly after 10, we said goodnight, but then it took me another 2 hours to get to sleep. It started raining and Lady Miss Friday curled up next to my shoulder, though, so I got the better deal.
I've realized that just as I have a tendency to obsess about whichever aspect of work I'm engaged in, I've had a tendency to put my Weekly Chores as the first thing I do. But those chores are just prep for our real work, so it's easier for little things to fall through the cracks. So today I took care of all the things I prepped yesterday before I left the Virtual Office. Worked up cases, tagged expedited claims, etc. It worked well and my NOA email got sent in perfectly reasonable time. A long time ago I had apologized for finishing eservice "late," but since I start so early, no one noticed until I said something. We also got an email about yesterday's claims batch. It was a Hard Fail, which meant everything we had tagged needed to be retagged. This was because of a missing detail on one of the claims, and it was a rollercoaster. On even reading the email, I desperately hoped it wasn't me, figured it probably was, and talked Future Me back from the edge. All at the same time. It was me, but it was an incomplete detail someone entered in between the completed review and tagging. When I first started working on claims, I was just as thorough in the tagging process as I was on review. Eventually, I noticed that everything was always fine, and I asked why we were even there. Even they seemed to think we were somewhat redundant. I'd just been thinking that we might eventually decide tagging review was an unnecessary step, but things like this are clearly why we have it. I stayed after again, and I was going to take care of service too, but Carl had already done it.
After (after) work, the rain finally started. Figuratively and literally. I saw a post from Steve that Nic died. He didn't say how he died, and even I'm not so callous as to ask. I hadn't seen him in years, but I always got a vibe from him that he was a genuinely good, giving person. My oof came supersized because Steve apparently does a lot of drugs. We could have traded stories.
Lady Miss Friday was understandably upset with the rain, but didn't want to get under the covers. Understandably. I've really got to get a bunch more quarters and wash everything. I keep hoping I'll find my others or they'll install that app payment on the machines. And then I keep thinking I should just suggest it. But then I worry they'll use that as a justification for raising the rent. And on your right, next to the Disgust at not quitting GHB for Lady Miss Friday, you'll see the Pure Cringe at losing a 1k apartment with a balcony where I fed everything. I was freaking out over her freaking out until I remembered the stock of blankets I keep. I just put one over my current blanket and she crawled up under me. I updated my journal on my phone, then kept my progress steady in my paying and non-paying games.
Finally called Tim before I went to bed because I told him I would. Just checking in mostly, but we talked about Jared, his experiences growing up, etc. I couldn't remember who I was talking to when I felt pity for him, which is an insanely kinder emotion than any I've felt for him in about 25 years or so. And I couldn't remember what had even made me feel that, just that my dad treated us like a chessboard and Jared always lost. Gets into the school to prison pipeline motif, too, since Jared reacted so poorly. Whatever disgust I inspired, at least I wasn't Jared. It was suddenly after 10, we said goodnight, but then it took me another 2 hours to get to sleep. It started raining and Lady Miss Friday curled up next to my shoulder, though, so I got the better deal.
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Date: 2021-03-12 05:52 am (UTC)Nic died of complications from Congenital Heart Failure. Very upsetting, the whole thing.