Excellent news, Hil!

Strix, I hope your nerve heals quickly.

So far, so good, Hil!

Thanks!

Hil that is great!

ION I didn't sleep last night my brain won't shut off. The weighed blanket help A some but not enough. It's phuscally kept me feeling calmer but hasn't shut my brain down.

I realized that I hadn't enrolled in my dental and vision plan. It was less than 2 weeks ago I was able to and I went and it says my enrollment period is over and it should have been 31 days. So now I am upset at myself.

And I can't stop thinking about all the things I need to do at work. There are some things I can do to make my life easier at work but I need time to do them and I need to figure out how to find time to do it. I also need to clarify what they want my responsibilities to be since they are treating me like a department lead even though I am not officially one.

askye, if you didn't have as much time as you should've had to enroll, contact HR. That happened to me once.

The HR manager at the store did. I can call them Monday . They tried to blame him and it looks like they set my enrollment date from his first attempt to be my classifi3d as permanent, not his third.

Also I hate the online system for payroll and checking our schedules. Both use the same employee number (not the same one we use in the store) but different passwords. The benefits one tends to tell me my password is wrong about wvery 3rd time I try to log in. I can't save it on Google or figure out why since it's the same username.

They are changing it soon. The store manager said with the various programs and websites they have to use he has 20 passwords to keep track of.

If I'm going to keep sleeping on cat-schedule, I'm going to need more hours in the day to get everything done. I propose we abolish Monday and add four more hours to each remaining day.

I'd just like to note that I'm annoyed that personal growth isn't a one-and-done kind of thing, but an ongoing process.

Backstory: my dad is going that thing where, after he gets out of the hospital, he calls me every day (generally multiple times a day) to tell me about every ache, pain, and bowel movement (not an exaggeration, sadly, because I wish I could un-hear those conversations).

And I forgot my therapist's most mind-blowing piece of advice, which was: I don't have to answer the phone. I can just let it go to voicemail and return the call(s) when I'm ready.

I'm definitely backsliding a little bit, because I feel kind of guilty for not being my dad's on-demand emotional support. But, you know, he's an adult who can talk to other people, and even find his own therapist WHO IS NOT ME.

So the next time he calls (he's already called me twice today STOP CALLING ME), I'm going to let it go to voicemail. (Although when I return his calls, he always asks, "Where were you when I called?" EVERY. TIME. STOP BEING SUCH AM EMOTIONAL VAMPIRE DAD IT IS GROSS.)

Anyway. Woo, personal growth.

I'm sorry. Also feeling gratitude that Mom hated the phone. She did however announce to us when she had a bowel movement because it was often a cause for celebration and we would cheer. Not over the phone though.

"Where were you when I called?"

That would get a brisk "none of your fucking business!" from me. I do not like to be monitored.