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chochiyo_sama) wrote2011-08-23 04:37 am
chochiyo_sama) wrote2011-08-23 04:37 am
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Monday
I woke up fairly early because I had a couple of phone calls to make. I called Steve Ross, my mom's financial advisor. I wanted to get his advice about my best move to make and ask him about the situation with my house. He came here at about 5 pm. He had an appointment with my brother Jack for later. He was very nice and friendly. He believes that my best bet is to collect unemployment--and he could relate to my situation as he had worked as a teacher for many years at a vo-tech (in Waseca) when he was terminated and replaced with two new, younger, cheaper teachers. He commiserated that being dismissed with only two years to go till retirement was a slap in the face and extremely unfair, but "that's the way they do things."
He also told me that I will have to declare the money being paid by Amy and Josh on my house as income--even though I will not benefit from it in any way. His suggestion is to have them pay 15% more than they pay for the whole monthly shebang, to go towards taxes. Or, he suggests that the kids buy it now on a 30 year mortgage with their parents as co-signers because of their poor credit rating.
I feel like I am getting fucked straight up the ass without lube every time I turn around these days.
Prior to Steve's visit, right after I got up, I put all fresh bedding on my bed, including the comforter I had bought a while back but have never used. It is really pretty and has butterflies on it.
I putzed around in my room for a while, then ate the other half of my Jimmy John's sandwich. It was a combination breakfast/lunch. Mom and I split the other elephant ear while we watched some judge show on tv.
After that, I went into my room and worked on organizing my patterns. I got a lot of "Ellery" patterns put into the correct folders and filed a few Tyler, Marley, and Matt O'Neil patterns. When it got to be after 4 pm, I went upstairs to wait for Steve. I brought a cover from one of my totes with me as a measuring tool as I have a tote here which was just a little bigger than the cover I had. I also brought down another medium sized tote and a shoe-box sized one.
When Steve left, Mom and I ate a supper of corn on the cob, boiled potatoes, sliced tomatoes, and cucumbers which had been soaked in vinegar water. We each had a piece of the cheesecake that was left over for dessert.
I read a few more pages of The Swiss Family Robinson, but I am still quite a long way from the end.
Mom and I watched a couple episodes of Pawn Stars, then I put my feet up in the recliner, laid back, and fell asleep. I woke up when Mom turned the TV off just before 10 pm, so I came downstairs, took my pills, and dinked around on the computer for a litle while. I had a pretty good conversation with Shane via Facebook, and he is as loyal and devoted as a hound dog. He's willing to take on the school board for me if need be.
I forgot to mention that I also talked to Jay today. I am covered by insurance through August for sure, but he also said that the school's legal reps advised him against paying my insurance...saying it would set a bad precedence for the future. I am afraid that that promise, like many others, is just so much piss in the wind. *sadness*
But, there's nothing I can do about it. I will have to find some way to pay for my meds--some of them are cheap, but some are ridiculously expensive.
Megan Lovelace and Derrick Brucki and some other kids called me from school today. It was good to hear their voices. The little goobers. I love them so much. They told me the new teacher was "mean" and "a bitch" and that they wanted me to come back. I told them that was what I wanted too. Hopefully the kids will continue to press for my return.
And, in the most unChristian of ways, I wish my successor nothing but failure...though I tell the kids to treat her respectfully and cooperate with her because that is the right thing to do and it really isn't her fault that I don't have my job...but that does not stop me from privately hoping she goes down in flames. I am sure I will pay for this in bad karma...but I can't make myself stop hoping.
On Tuesday, I want to finish filing the patterns, do laundry, and go through the laundry basket of miscellaneous stuff that is sitting on the bar in the family room. I am also having an urge to bake cookies--but I think I will hold off on that until Wednesday when Mom is at her Bible study.
That's it for today, I guess.
He also told me that I will have to declare the money being paid by Amy and Josh on my house as income--even though I will not benefit from it in any way. His suggestion is to have them pay 15% more than they pay for the whole monthly shebang, to go towards taxes. Or, he suggests that the kids buy it now on a 30 year mortgage with their parents as co-signers because of their poor credit rating.
I feel like I am getting fucked straight up the ass without lube every time I turn around these days.
Prior to Steve's visit, right after I got up, I put all fresh bedding on my bed, including the comforter I had bought a while back but have never used. It is really pretty and has butterflies on it.
I putzed around in my room for a while, then ate the other half of my Jimmy John's sandwich. It was a combination breakfast/lunch. Mom and I split the other elephant ear while we watched some judge show on tv.
After that, I went into my room and worked on organizing my patterns. I got a lot of "Ellery" patterns put into the correct folders and filed a few Tyler, Marley, and Matt O'Neil patterns. When it got to be after 4 pm, I went upstairs to wait for Steve. I brought a cover from one of my totes with me as a measuring tool as I have a tote here which was just a little bigger than the cover I had. I also brought down another medium sized tote and a shoe-box sized one.
When Steve left, Mom and I ate a supper of corn on the cob, boiled potatoes, sliced tomatoes, and cucumbers which had been soaked in vinegar water. We each had a piece of the cheesecake that was left over for dessert.
I read a few more pages of The Swiss Family Robinson, but I am still quite a long way from the end.
Mom and I watched a couple episodes of Pawn Stars, then I put my feet up in the recliner, laid back, and fell asleep. I woke up when Mom turned the TV off just before 10 pm, so I came downstairs, took my pills, and dinked around on the computer for a litle while. I had a pretty good conversation with Shane via Facebook, and he is as loyal and devoted as a hound dog. He's willing to take on the school board for me if need be.
I forgot to mention that I also talked to Jay today. I am covered by insurance through August for sure, but he also said that the school's legal reps advised him against paying my insurance...saying it would set a bad precedence for the future. I am afraid that that promise, like many others, is just so much piss in the wind. *sadness*
But, there's nothing I can do about it. I will have to find some way to pay for my meds--some of them are cheap, but some are ridiculously expensive.
Megan Lovelace and Derrick Brucki and some other kids called me from school today. It was good to hear their voices. The little goobers. I love them so much. They told me the new teacher was "mean" and "a bitch" and that they wanted me to come back. I told them that was what I wanted too. Hopefully the kids will continue to press for my return.
And, in the most unChristian of ways, I wish my successor nothing but failure...though I tell the kids to treat her respectfully and cooperate with her because that is the right thing to do and it really isn't her fault that I don't have my job...but that does not stop me from privately hoping she goes down in flames. I am sure I will pay for this in bad karma...but I can't make myself stop hoping.
On Tuesday, I want to finish filing the patterns, do laundry, and go through the laundry basket of miscellaneous stuff that is sitting on the bar in the family room. I am also having an urge to bake cookies--but I think I will hold off on that until Wednesday when Mom is at her Bible study.
That's it for today, I guess.
Listen to Steve.
If you can't get the tenants to buy the house outright with their parents as co-signers (they should since interest rates are so low but will go up in two years plus it will repair their credit faster) then get them to cover the taxes on the "income" with that additional 15%. Does that include property taxes too? They should be paying those too. Make sure they have home insurance also. The last thing you need is for the house to burn down and it's uninsured. I hope that "income" doesn't fuck with your unemployment, but it shouldn't. BTW, you'll have to pay tax on the unemployment too. Thank the fucking Republicans for that kick in the ass.
Ask Steve about Cobra. I know if you retire you can pay to extend your insurance until Medicare kicks in. If you can't get Cobra, you have to wait 6 months uninsured before you can file for Obamacare, whatever that entails. Call Steve immediately because you have pre-existing conditions so once your healthcare lapses it will be impossible to get new coverage. You need to get your healthcare squared away before it runs out and that is less than 2 weeks.
Don't forget to file for unemployment asap. (You should have two months ago.)
Fuck Jay. And there is nothing wrong with a little schadenfreude directed at Jay through the new teacher. She is just a tool, a message, to let Jay know he fucked up when he let you go with only two years left before full retirement. He *should* suffer for his poor judgement and lack of loyalty. I hope the test scores go down too. And when the auditors/evaluators come through the school goes DOWN, especially the English class. Let him realize he made a bad choice. Rub it in if you have the opportunity. Has he given you that glowing recommendation yet on letterhead yet?
In the meantime, keep putting out those feelers for any job; para, sub, community college, adult. You have skills. Anything that counts toward your retirement will do. In a few weeks schools will realize what they lack and what they need. That's your opportunity to pounce. Keep calling all of the places you left applications and resumés. Every Monday morning like clockwork. That's how I got my jobs when I was temping. They like eager beavers and initiative.
MMmm cookies. Freshly baked cookies sounds so good.