I always thought I'd be famous by now.

Last Tuesday (St. Patty's Day, to be specific), I totally biffed it at school and fell. In my majestic demonstration of the powers of gravity, I managed to sprain my foot. I wasn't going to go to the doctor, as we don't have medical insurance (the joys of being underemployed), but when I limped into school on Wednesday, the secretaries immediately started the paperwork so that I could be seen after school.

Around third hour, I look down and notice I no longer have toes, I have sausages. My toe ring was strangling the life out of one of them... I decided that yeah, maybe I should go have it looked at. Off I go, to get X-rays and ultimately, crutches.

So on Thursday, I get a call in the morning from this outside company, CCMSI, and the rep I'm speaking with, Amy, is less than warm. I understand she has a job involving what basically amounts to insurance fraud, and that she probably has to deal with a lot of assholes. But you'd think she'd still have, you know, a sense of humor. She asks me a bunch of questions, and at one point mentions "Injured in the line of work" and "at a greater risk than the general public", and that if I was "just walking down the halls", I won't be covered. So I do what I do best...

I panic inside.

At this point, I've already gone to the doctor. That's money already spent. All I can think about is "How much is a friggin X-ray?!?!" At one point I even call her back to make sure she understands that the only reason I was in that part of the school was because I have a class in that particular hallway (I bit it not more than 10 feet from the door). Her response is the same: there has to be irrefutable proof that I was at a greater risk than the "general population".

*sigh* I had a bad feeling about this...

I have to get to school anyway, so I leave with my trusty crutches (WHICH, BY THE WAY..... Tell me I'm at no greater risk than the general population when MY RUBBER TIPPED CRUTCHES, THE ONES I NEED NOW BECAUSE I BIT IT ON THESE SAME FLOORS, KEEP SLIDING OUT FROM UNDER ME). I'm talking with another teacher about it, and she's quite sympathetic about the whole thing, and it's actually her suggestion to appeal it should they deny me.

On Saturday morning, waddaya know? They deny me "as you were at no greater risk than the general public". I could spit nails. I'm a friggin substitute. I'm not offered health insurance through the district. Let's not consider that I'm about to work for them full time for an entire quarter.... And what the hell is workman's comp there for, anyway? The GENERAL PUBLIC isn't even fucking covered under workman's comp. That's what the school's insurance is for.

So I'm at a total loss. I've called both Amy and the insurance lady at Unit 5, and that's where it sits. I suppose I could find a lawyer to go after the school's insurance policy to cover my doctor's visit. And that's the thing... I'm not looking for thousands and thousands of dollars for time off or pain and suffering. I just want my visit covered... I had to cancel my follow up today because I can't afford to pay for this out of pocket because I'm a fucking substitute for the same district in which I was injured.

Fuck my life.

Monday is year 14. *sigh* My initial response to dealing with it was to not work and stay in bed all day, but since John's now working (test grader for ESL students... it's monotonous work for $10 an hour but he gets to read about "pollutionating") I'd be sitting here all day alone, with one channel of TV, feeling sorry for myself. So I will work and hope that the little jerks behave themselves.... At least assholes will distract me, right?

So John got a job, sorta. He'll be working through a temp agency as a machinist for $9 an hour. Despite our dire financial straights, this news has only depressed me for reasons I'm not quite sure about. Sure, $9 an hour for 40 hours is not quite double what he'd get from unemployment, but goddammit, we're too educated to be in this mess in the first place. They tell you, COLLEGE! YOU MUST GO TO COLLEGE!!! and what does it get you? $100K in the hole, unemployed, and yet not "needy enough" to qualify for food stamps.

I need a beer.

I got my Facebook back!


I WIN!!! TAKE THAT, ASSHOLES!

I have opened a new Facebook.

Find me under "Fifi Le Dingleberry"

I got the best half dozen homemade paper roses today; much better than store bought because John made them. I also got chocolate..... any day in which one gets chocolate is a good day.

We then took the dogs for a 1 hour walk.

We are now going to use our free entree coupons at Noodles and Co. This Valentine's Day will cost us all of the price of two sodas.

I couldn't be happier.

Go look at what I've been up to.

Maybe buy something.


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FOR THE LAST GODDAMMNED TIME, MY NAME REALLY IS DISCO!!!!!

Today I bought $100 shoes for six bucks.