Maryoceane

Well, I got health insurance yesterday through work. Insurance vendors came to KSA to talk to us about our “options”. I got it all. I mean, fuck it right? For $160 or so off my paycheck every month, I get medical, dental, vision, and $20,000 life insurance. I haven’t had insurance since I was…I don’t know. 16? So in the next few months, I’m hitting up every fucking doctor ever. Dentist, OBGYN, chiropractor, physician, etc.

They brought in three boxes of kolaches too. I don’t know if it was to be nice, to schmooze us, or to give us increasing chances of heart disease, but I ate three of them. I don’t think potato, egg, and cheese kolaches really have anything related to heart disease, but cancer or something has got to be lurking somewhere in there. Even if it was just in the wax paper from the box.

I loved that at the table, where we all sat, listening to these two people talking to us trying to “get on our level”, about half of us were coughing and sneezing. I guess I must’ve felt a weight off my shoulders that I wasn’t aware of though, because when I got home at 3pm, I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until 9 this morning.

I went back to the classroom at some point during the meeting to check on Krista, and saw her changing Frankie’s clothes because he had had an accident. So I took him with me, while Krista went to get the kids from outside. Came back to the meeting table with Frankie in my arms, and the guy goes “Is this your son?” to which I replied “No…just a student”, and he said “Oh so you’re just good like that?” Good like what? Good with kids? Yes mister, you’re in a school full of children and teachers who are teachers because they are good like that.

Anyway, I feel like an energizer bunny on acid right now having slept nearly 18 hours. I’m gonna get stuff done today. Hopefully.