I know a lot of my blogging is pretty grim, but I am going to flip the script and show some appreciation to one of the people who make my whole world better.
In 2007, I was freshly single, a mom of 3, and still pretty overwhelmed by some of the changes that I had made in my life. They were necessary changes, good changes, but change is always a messy and scary process.
My friends had been my salvation. They helped me so much. Helping me with my kids, helping me move, making sure I took time to eat, sleep, breathe.
One friend in particular was Jorge. He and his mom helped me find my own place, and he had babysat on more than one occasion.
One day he called and asked me what my plans were for the 27th of March. I was off work but still in the process of moving. According to Jorge, that could wait for a night. His best friend had 2 extra tickets to Spamalot. They wanted me to come with. He knew I was a huge Monty Python fan, and I needed a night out.
I said I couldn't. I didn't have anyone to watch my kids. Jorge had already thought of that. His mom was ready and willing to babysit. Everyone was going, it would be fun and it would save his bestie from having to go alone with his room mates. Plus he wanted to see me be happy.
So I agreed to go.
Since I was bringing the kids to his Mom's house, we agreed I would drive Jorge and I to the show.
We made our way to the Wynn. When we got there, Jorge's best friend, handed him two tickets and said, "You owe me your first born." I thought that was odd. Then I found out why.
Everyone was there, as advertised. But Jorge and I had seats in a completely different section. Sneaky, but pretty damn smooth.
This would turn into what would forever be our first date.
It's been quite a few crazy years since then, but one thing that hasn't changed is that I can always count on Jorge to make sure I am ok.
He calls me every break he gets at work, and makes sure I'm feeling ok. He makes sure I take time to breathe. He worries about me. I can see what my illness has done to him. He goes through everything with me. But most of all he just wants me to see me happy.
And I am happy.
So today, on the anniversary of our first date, I want to say thank you.
Thank you Jorge for showing me that I deserved to have fun.
Thank you for showing me that I am worth the extra effort, just for the chance to sit alone with me.
Thank you for making sure I take time to eat, sleep and breathe.
Thank you for checking on me every single break at work.
Thank you for holding my hand.
Thank you for the butterflies I still get in my stomach.
Thank you for being there not only for me, but for our kids.
Thank you for the happiness we share.
Thank you.
Always,
Kitty
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Welcome to the s%^&show!
The best laid plans of mice and men..... ~ Robert Burns
So a quick update.
As of yet, I have still not heard from disability. Am I surprised? No. Disappointed? YES.
I've worked in one capacity or another since I was 14 years old. Summer jobs through Nevada Business Services, food service, retail, management, pharmacy, healthcare, you name it, I have done it. I have never been a "sit on my duff" kinda girl.
But now that I need help from the system I have paid into, I'm boned. No surprise there. Contacted attorneys and was told that until they officially deny me, no one will take the case. Not surprised there either.
But I had planned. I am not a creature that drifts aimlessly on the wind.
The plan was to use what was left from our taxes to get through until the disability came through. They owe me quite a bit of back pay. Catch up on bills, re-budget and live a decent stable life. As much as can be had between hospital visits, specialists and surgery consults.
But that didn't happen.
So I sought out a back up plan. I got a job. I can't get out of bed many days, but I got a job. I plan to work it til the wheels (or my arms) fall off. I will not fail my family.
I contacted a wonderful group here in Henderson, Hopelink. And had a consultation. My case worker looked at everything and couldn't believe we had waited so long to get help. She set us up, so they would pay what were behind on and get us stable til either disability or more income happened. We filled out applications, made future follow-up appointments, and took a drug test.
Fast forward a week. My apartment manager has been completely unavailable to the ladies and gentlemen at Hopelink. We (me, my husband and a case worker) finally spam called the office til we reached the property manager. She said to fax the papers and she'd send them back. We waited. Called 3 times again, finally reached the property manager. She said she had to ok the forms with her corporate office, but it wouldn't be long. Then we waited some more. Finally, we went home and our case worker said as soon as she got the paperwork back she would cut a check.
Finally I called the manager, AGAIN, since the case worker called me again. She said that they still would not send anything and further more they would not accept a check from Hopelink. A. because rent is late and B. because it is a third party check. These are stated in my lease, however, not accepting a third party check from a established trust excludes people who need help.
I don't know what world they live in, but no charity is handing out money orders or cashiers checks to people to turn over to their landlords. They'd be taken to the cleaners by unscrupulous jerks. They establish a trust and write checks directly to landlords, so that when people who aren't trying to milk the system need help, there are funds to help them. By not accepting the funds, that are sitting on go, ready to be paid, they are forcing me into an eviction. One I did everything to avoid.
I am faced with my only option being working with Hopelink to move us. I hurt in nearly every joint of my body, and I have to pack up everything. I am facing a surgical consultation tomorrow and a cancer specialist next week and I am losing my home base. I did everything I could to keep it. I worked every plan I had. I had back up after back up.
The best laid plans of mice and men.....
So a quick update.
As of yet, I have still not heard from disability. Am I surprised? No. Disappointed? YES.
I've worked in one capacity or another since I was 14 years old. Summer jobs through Nevada Business Services, food service, retail, management, pharmacy, healthcare, you name it, I have done it. I have never been a "sit on my duff" kinda girl.
But now that I need help from the system I have paid into, I'm boned. No surprise there. Contacted attorneys and was told that until they officially deny me, no one will take the case. Not surprised there either.
But I had planned. I am not a creature that drifts aimlessly on the wind.
The plan was to use what was left from our taxes to get through until the disability came through. They owe me quite a bit of back pay. Catch up on bills, re-budget and live a decent stable life. As much as can be had between hospital visits, specialists and surgery consults.
But that didn't happen.
So I sought out a back up plan. I got a job. I can't get out of bed many days, but I got a job. I plan to work it til the wheels (or my arms) fall off. I will not fail my family.
I contacted a wonderful group here in Henderson, Hopelink. And had a consultation. My case worker looked at everything and couldn't believe we had waited so long to get help. She set us up, so they would pay what were behind on and get us stable til either disability or more income happened. We filled out applications, made future follow-up appointments, and took a drug test.
Fast forward a week. My apartment manager has been completely unavailable to the ladies and gentlemen at Hopelink. We (me, my husband and a case worker) finally spam called the office til we reached the property manager. She said to fax the papers and she'd send them back. We waited. Called 3 times again, finally reached the property manager. She said she had to ok the forms with her corporate office, but it wouldn't be long. Then we waited some more. Finally, we went home and our case worker said as soon as she got the paperwork back she would cut a check.
Finally I called the manager, AGAIN, since the case worker called me again. She said that they still would not send anything and further more they would not accept a check from Hopelink. A. because rent is late and B. because it is a third party check. These are stated in my lease, however, not accepting a third party check from a established trust excludes people who need help.
I don't know what world they live in, but no charity is handing out money orders or cashiers checks to people to turn over to their landlords. They'd be taken to the cleaners by unscrupulous jerks. They establish a trust and write checks directly to landlords, so that when people who aren't trying to milk the system need help, there are funds to help them. By not accepting the funds, that are sitting on go, ready to be paid, they are forcing me into an eviction. One I did everything to avoid.
I am faced with my only option being working with Hopelink to move us. I hurt in nearly every joint of my body, and I have to pack up everything. I am facing a surgical consultation tomorrow and a cancer specialist next week and I am losing my home base. I did everything I could to keep it. I worked every plan I had. I had back up after back up.
The best laid plans of mice and men.....
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