Oh what joy it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh!
And if that horse should, say, break its leg or stumble? Joy mayn't last long.
As some of you know, a little over a year ago I had some trying circumstances at work. Everyone was reduced to four-day weeks, effectively cutting everyone's pay by 20%. A few people were laid off and/or let go. Then paychecks started arriving late, sometimes very, very, very late. I continued working four-day weeks up until Avonlea was born, when some craziness happened and suddenly I was paid everything I was owed and put back on five-day weeks.
Avonlea is six-point-four months old now. No problems. Until today. "Paychecks are going to be late," I was told. "How late?" I ask. "Don't know." And I go and ask the President, who also doesn't know. "Not before Christmas, I guess," I say. "Nu-uh." Sigh. The most wonderful time of the year, indeed.
In addition, I've worked here at the MLC for two-and-a-half years now, and every year our insurance plan has changed. This year we had a $6k deductible and a $10k OOP. Rather high, I think. Consider: Keisha had an emergency C-section to deliver Avonlea, followed by a few days hospital stay; Keisha fell and had some x-rays and urgent care; Keisha and Avonlea had some routine medical stuff. Through all of this, we still haven't hit our deductible. But wait, there's more. Our new-and-improved plan, effective 1/1/2012, changes everything. Now we're looking forward to a $10k deductible and a $12k OOP!
If it sounds like I'm aggravated at the MLC, then you may be on to something. It's hard to have a passion to want to work if you don't feel valued. It's also hard when you get very little communication between the Chief Potentates and us brave peons. (Days can pass without so much as a "hullo.") Worst of all, it's hard to want to work when you're not getting paid. Dang it, I want to work and I want to be a good little boy and I want my money! Why is this so difficult?
I'm hoping/banking on getting paid next week. But whether I do or not, I'm not going to let it spoil my first Christmas with Avonlea and the last of my vacation time for the year. I'll get it when I get it. Until then, the Dude abides.
Post Script: The pun is intentional.