We had a nice day today. Weather was totally crappy (raining all day) so we went to the shore and our stand-by arcade. My son got enough points for two apple gift cards. $200 in credits to get $50 in gift cards from points, but it’s the fun that counts right? I did make us wear masks even though it wasn’t crowded.
I’m pretty sure my son’s school is going to go virtual, if not by mo day, then shortly after. The notice I got today said there are more positives among staff and students today than yesterday from the first notice, so yeah, I think it’s coming. I’m upset because I’ll have to take leave from work. I’m not eligible for FMLA as my company’s insurance adjuster so kindly told me, so I’ll probably get fired. But oh well, what can I do? If they can’t appreciate that I have to take care of my family above all else then there’s nothing to do. I don’t have another school left to go to, though. I’ve exhausted all the special education schools in the area and public districts aren’t hiring aids full time. They generally hire two people for each half of the day so they don’t have to provide benefits. Scummy, I know. I might be able to find somewhere but it won’t be ED kids. That’s who I really want to work with.
My son is at an age where next year he will Likely be responsible enough to spend at least half a day at home by himself, so a school is not so much a necessity anymore. It would suck to work in an office but I could do it. I could try to get in with the township or the state. My brother works for one and my SIL for the other. I could take an admin assistant course at the community college to up my chances since I have zero office experience. I do have skills that translate though.
Ah well. As long as we all get through this safely. No job is worth my family’s health or whoever we may come in contact with.
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Of course it is happening inside your head. But why on earth should that mean that it is not real?
-Albus Dumbledore
That’s life. If nothing else, that is life. It’s real. Sometimes it
f—-ing hurts. But it’s sort of all we have.
-Garden State
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