thepnutgallery | What You Working For (Reply)

I got to spend plenty of time with Lady Miss Friday in the morning, though I was a little late getting out to care for the kids. Julian got up after his first alarm and gave Juno his shot, I fed them and made coffee. My work computer was in a haze but I didn't know the appropriate person or way to ask. Lynelle adopted a new pup - Nellie - and I can't wait to meet her. There was some confusion over a letter that came in from a post-remand, and it turned out the assigned panel attorney represented a codef in the OG appeal. Most importantly, I checked and it wasn't my mistake. I'm more than happy to do whatever needs to be done to fix it and I'd never take anyone to task over it...except me. And Dave sent the individual stats for claims. My claims are great. Really, instead of going through all these hoops to finagle a way to work from home, I could maybe just suggest that I move entirely to claims. It came up years ago but was discarded. I could just handle all claims digits and my job wouldn't involve anything in the office. It'd still be rough. No matter what I have do to be able to work from home, I imagine folks will be envious. No one (except Din?) wants to go back, but very few folks seem willing to do anything to make it happen. I called Tim again, since I was pretty sure I'd been supposed to call the other day about the talk show, but he still wasn't answering. Called my mum next - having VOIP on my browser makes phone calls so much easier. I could do other things - I suppose a Madonna headset would do the same. She'd called a few times, but it never rang. Mostly just caught her up on things - Julian's job, my dropping booze, the plan to work from home forever, etc. Like everyone I've spoken to, she was concerned that I'd just storm out and end up homeless. The job market! But I don't quit jobs unless I have another one set up, and there are multiple sites specifically for remote nonprofit work.

I called my psychiatrist again, and he called me back in the afternoon. He found a compounding pharmacy, left them a message, and gave me their number to also call. I did and also had to leave a message. So close! Julian somehow fixed the door when he got home, though we still didn't know what happened to it to begin with, and he'd called his bank, though he didn't get anywhere. But in telling me about the call, he clarified he'd made a payment directly to my card instead of a transfer to my account. Success! Kind of awkward that my bill was still high after all that, but we did it. It only got a little awkward when he called his mom because he kept "joking" about his stupid husband being so dumb. That's nonsense from how he was raised and evoked memories of my dad calling my mom bimbo "affectionately" and joking about getting rid of her. Even though he was drinking, the call was much nicer than the last one. She wanted to see all his kids and Lady Miss Friday. The latter wasn't really possible, though I guess I could have taken his phone into her room. I've got hundreds of pics on my phone, so I just showed those instead. She was on the couch with a mountain of candies, chocolate, and snacks next to her. Julian told me before about her consumption habits, I just hadn't seen it. I get the feeling she's not very good with money. There was a moment of confusion when Julian tried to explain my anti-family (anti-fa?) stance. I'm not anti-family in the sense that I hate families and relations, I just don't grant the designation "family" any special status or power. And on that note, Julian also mentioned that his dad towed his car apparently *as* he got home in the rental. I'm not sure I'll ever get that full synopsis, or if Julian even remembers everything as it happened. Everyone has mismemories, but Julian's difficulties with truth likely intensify his.

We watched a bit more Great News after the call, and there was a hilarious moment we imagined LMF breaking up with me and Julian consoling me with tissues and ice cream. Even in the hypothetical, Julian was Grumpy. I prepped for sex, but wasn't sure how or when to start it, and it's tough in the swelter. Didn't matter because Terry stopped by and Julian left to drink with him. I might have been able to stay up and wait, but to what end?