I started this website from the 1998 Holiday page and continued it because I had had enough weird things happen in my life to have plenty of stories to fill a website. Here's another one to add:
Work Problems
When it rains, it pours. As I've been struggling to push through all the sickness with starting up my medications (and the sickness from being off the meds so long), several of the computers at work have decided to add to my problems. My schedule has become to be sick two days, feel ok enough to work a day, to be sick for the next two days.
In the middle of my health crisis, an odd situation has arisen at work. I'm really not certain, here at the middle of the month, what I'm going to do; but I do have some time to think about it.
Within the last couple of months, my boss has several times passed cryptic notes to me, telling me to stop working on the our monthly online newsletter, The Waikem Wheel. Although I made myself as available as possible to the boss, he couldn't seem to find the time to discuss his plans with me. Since I talked him into letting me do this newsletter (to keep my job when I was sick last and started back on medications), I'm a little leery of exactly how much longer I might still have a job if I don't have a newsletter to work on each month. Now I have found out what my boss' plan is, and it's a problem.
Our dealership is starting up a points-program (get service at our dealership to gain points to get discounts at participating hotels, etc.). In the package we bought, it turns out there are templates in the plan to be used in creating newsletters. Even though I received nearly no help, this was MY idea for the company over a year and a half ago. Because the dealership has this program, my newsletter is going to be killed off and replaced with this other newsletter. The icing on the cake is that this program is through my boss' girlfriend - the same one who lied and blew me off after asking me to design her company website. (July, Week Three). Although it's our new newsletter, I really have no desire to work at all on a site connected with this lady or this program. I wouldn't mind putting articles about the program into MY newsletter; but I won't have my idea co-opted and then happily work on someone else's version of my product.
Figuring out a Solution
Do I talk to my boss about my reservations? (Even though he must have known that I wouldn't like this, and that's why he has avoided discussing this.) Do I quit because of my moral indignation? (I've left every one of my previous jobs on my own and many times for my high "moral" reasons - I left Subway when the management could give days off for people to watch football; but not give me a few hours while I had a dog (LBB) going through a hard delivery.) Do I just start working on this new newsletter, keeping my complaints inside? (And growing to hate every minute of a job that I have loved doing.)
The questions are even harder to find a solution to when you factor my health into this situation. Should I take a leave of absence? Should I quit working for a while? (This is the sickest I have ever been - my counts weren't even this bad either time I was hospitalized with pneumonia.) You also have to take into account the worse case scenario. If the meds don't help, do I really want to be working in the situation as I get sicker? Much less the fact, that I would eventually have to quit anyway as I got closer to dying? You know, financial and medical help might be easier to get too, if I was unemployed.
This has all happened to me before. I've had to quit jobs and go out on my own. Once, Randy and I started our pet store. Another time, I started ReigningPages. Even getting the job with Waikem's was a life-changing, life-defining moment. The meds I was on, after the bouts of pneumonia, made me sick and doped-up all the time. For nearly two years, I was a hermit inside my home and grew more depressed and ill. This job at Waikem's brought me back out into the world and has given me, not only the money to supply my cable connection, but a reason to get up each morning and have a life. Do I take all that's happening as a sign to strike out on my own again? Hey! I still own ReigningPages and could go get more web clients. I could even really work on selling our gel candles online. There are several things I could do, while resting at home, to still make a little money, so I don't live in abject poverty. Or, if I quit my job, will that start an unstoppable downward spiral into sickness and depression if something else doesn't work out?
Damn! This part was supposed to be about solutions and there I am with more questions. Pardon my French, but this is heavy shit, isn't it? Although I wish that you (my family, my friend, my readers) could give me the solution, I don't think there's one to give.
The Silver Lining
Hopefully, I haven't depressed you so far, that you can't see the silver linings to all this.
The first and most important silver lining is nearly too obvious to see - I am still alive! Yes, that might sound trite; but that is the most important thing. Next month is the 10 year anniversary of my HIV diagnosis. All the people that I knew back then, that were dealing with this disease, are all dead - and have been for some time; but I am not. That's got to count for something. 
As I was getting financial and medical help last week, I noticed a discrepancy in the Social Security printout. It claimed that my disability check was $516 a month, while I have only been receiving $505 a month. Lo and behold, I got a letter today that says that my checks had been wrong and the next month I would be receiving a check to compensate for the difference. WooHoo! Just as I am deciding whether to leave my job, with a few bills starting to stack up, I'll be getting nearly $150 extra dollars. Now that's a silver lining!
One last piece of the silver lining is that I (and my family) are in the middle of getting me a plane ticket for a trip back to NC for Christmas!    WooHoo! Right now, it's looking like the trip will be between Dec. 19 to Christmas Eve. As long as the snow holds off, and we don't have any more terrorism or delays, I just might pass Santa on that flight back to Ohio!! For now, I'm going to go take some more meds, eat something, and get some rest. I've got to be well enough to enjoy the trip, without looking too sick and scaring my mom anymore than she already is. 
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