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So. I've tried not to mention it too much, but the past thirteen months have been a hell of a year. Andrew's health I've mentioned; I was also cut to part-time last October, and let go completely in January, and it's been a long slog of job-hunting and care-taking. Also both cats now have chronic kidney disease, though they seem to have stabilized under treatment and I'm hoping we can keep them healthy for a few years more.
Anyway, the EI having run out a couple of months back, I finally gave in and applied for Social Assistance. We met with our caseworker on Monday. Three days later (yesterday), one of the jobs I'd been applying for interviewed me and hired me right away.
Andrew believes in a form of magical practice that I describe as "using reverse psychology on reality." In brief, you never find what you're looking for until just *after* you give up hope and resolve to try something else. It's not an especially high-paying job, but it's a shorter commute (45 minutes) than most places I've previously worked. It's at the head office of a major fabric-and-sewing-supplies company. My title is "Notions Coordinator."
Today I'm going to have to call Social Assistance, tell them we won't be needing the money but if they can advise us on caregiver options for Andrew while I'm at work during the day. There's a place near here that has a day program for four days out of the week, and I should probably talk to them. I can tell he's happy for us, but scared of being without me for ten hours a day.
Tomorrow we will spend a day at a local SF convention, and it will be a break and a celebration.
Anyway, the EI having run out a couple of months back, I finally gave in and applied for Social Assistance. We met with our caseworker on Monday. Three days later (yesterday), one of the jobs I'd been applying for interviewed me and hired me right away.
Andrew believes in a form of magical practice that I describe as "using reverse psychology on reality." In brief, you never find what you're looking for until just *after* you give up hope and resolve to try something else. It's not an especially high-paying job, but it's a shorter commute (45 minutes) than most places I've previously worked. It's at the head office of a major fabric-and-sewing-supplies company. My title is "Notions Coordinator."
Today I'm going to have to call Social Assistance, tell them we won't be needing the money but if they can advise us on caregiver options for Andrew while I'm at work during the day. There's a place near here that has a day program for four days out of the week, and I should probably talk to them. I can tell he's happy for us, but scared of being without me for ten hours a day.
Tomorrow we will spend a day at a local SF convention, and it will be a break and a celebration.
