If you're here, you could be there.

I was pretty sleepy in the morning, but I still managed to take care of the kids and start the log in process for work. Everything - every program, every window, every document - kept freezing. I don't have any work chores on Mondays and all my work was done when I left on Friday so it's not like there were any fires that sprang up. In fact, I managed to keep my eyes on my own paper and finished not only all my claims, mail, case offers, etc, but also enter the NOAs that came in for tomorrow morning. In less than pleasant news, Amy sent me a spreadsheet that Lynelle and Kathy have been working on with all of my timecard discrepancies for the last three years. These were all for too much work, as opposed to too little, so I'm not really sure what to make of that, but I'll work on checking those dates in my journal when I've got free time during work. It's a work matter, there's zero reason I should invest my unpaid time figuring out paychecks that have already been Verified and paid. I remember when I was written up and Lynelle talked to me after, noting that sure, if they're going to fire someone, the rest of the office shouldn't be on blast, but it should never be at all surprising for the person terminated. I'm a fucking rock star at work right now, so maybe we're being audited. Or maybe they want to get rid of me for cause since I'm so adamant about not going back to the office. That would suck. I'd happily leave happily if they'd help me with my resume and I could get in working remotely for an animal nonprofit. We'll see.

My session with Candace wasn't really a session. She mostly just complained that Magellan, who handles Blue Shield's mental health claims, was flat lying to avoid paying her. Understandable. I asked Amy for a contact and was surprised that she thought BS handled everything directly. In the meantime, something's gone. Candace says I can't handle the billing for her, and she has plenty of experience with it, so most of it was just me listening to her vent. I did, at least, get my own spreadsheet made with all the dates I've seen her. She just needs to sign off on it, I'll submit it to Beneflex, and once we get the credits figured out, she'll get that. She suggested we just make it a $50 copay and skip insurance altogether, but I'll look into other options first. I might stop seeing her, tbh, if she's going to have to take a significant pay cut. I'm not adding to the Scoreboard while I work to dismantle it.

Julian slept until around 1ish then stayed dozing most of the rest of the day. He brought in the first box from Chewy, which was just one brick of litter and all the hairball and meaty sticks, before crashing again. I went out to message the other referral Candace gave, but saw another text there. He'd asked someone how lunch was, but the number didn't have a contact associated. There were texts back and forth from Brian P., a gent he'd talked about meeting at one of the bars, who had a very drunk "rebound" guy with him at the time. One of those texts was Brian apologizing for not being able to stay hard or cum. IDGAF who he fucks, but his history of lying makes this suspect. That was sort of a double-whammy, really, since I'd gone back through my journal to make Candace's spreadsheet and saw all the times I resisted moving him out here before. Again, it really just reinforces some of the decisions and thoughts I've previously had. Julian was pretty sleepy for most of the night, watched some Sci-fi show and ate snacks. I went out to spend time there but didn't want to force things. I don't think spending the night in separate rooms would be at all a big deal if our kids got along. I was touched enough that LMF laid next to me that I opted to stay next to her all night.