M.I.A.

I haven’t really been doing much of anything lately. We moved into our new place last weekend, which is good. We made sure to get a bed right away, but as of now that’s all we have in the way of furnishings. We’re thinking about getting a TV this weekend, but aside from Playoff Basketball, I haven’t really missed it. Besides, I probably really shouldn’t be stimulating the economy with my stimulus check, I should probably save it for rent or food or something like that… especially since the workman’s comp board is taking their sweet time in getting my case settled. We’re at a month so far, and I haven’t received a dime… isn’t the whole point to provide for you while you’re unable to generate income? At this rate, I’ll be back to work before the checks kick in.  Who would have thought a big government bureaucracy would be so inefficient?

Physically, I’m getting better. Doc says I’m healing faster than normal… if I had a normal job I’d be back to work in maybe 2 weeks… but since my line of work involves standing for 12-14 hours a day, he thinks 8 weeks is more realistic. I’m in a hurry to get back, but not enough of a hurry to risk permanently disabling myself. Fuck it, they can keep paying me until I’m 100%, assuming they ever pay me at all.

I’ve got a meeting with a very shady sounding lawyer on Monday. I’m not really interested in pursuing a lawsuit, I just think maybe someone with a little more knowledge of the system might be able to expedite the process and get me whatever I’m entitled to. It’s hard to negotiate all the red tape when you aren’t really sure what the proper channels are. Hopefully he can help… or maybe he thinks he can get me a settlement of some kind… I’ve never been the plaintiff in a court case, so I’m not really sure what it’s like to be on the other side. I’m also not willing to give up much of whatever I have coming, because I don’t think it’s all that much to begin with… still, I guess there’s no harm in hearing the guy out and seeing what he can do for me.

Really, things are pretty uneventful. My roommate is still looking for work, but he might have a lead on a few good places. I’m off my crutches and onto a cane, which suits my style so much more. In fact, I’m thinking of making it a permanent part of my ensemble, even after I’m healed. I mean, who doesn’t look fucking classy with a cane? No one, that’s who. Plus it totally suits my bitter old man tendencies. I’m already using it to point and wave at people. It’s MUCH easier to hail a cab with one, and I can’t wait for the opportunity to smack someone upside the head with it. Also, it’s easier to walk around on, so I’ve been strolling around my new neighborhood a bit.

So for anyone who was wondering, all is well… mostly.