Ordinary Day

Thanks. And don't let the bastards ~~get you down~~ burn you out. *hugs*

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And if nothing else, it will neatly solve the problem of what the hell to do in the iso ward if they won't let me leave with anything I take in for fear of nuclear-powered cooties... I can print it out, take it in, and just say, here, chuck this along with the rest of it.... (that way it sure as hell won't get where it ought not to be... :)

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Fortunately, I have FMLA paperwork that says I'm clear to take medical leave until 2/25! And QA will be back up to full strength so we should be okay.

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peregrine-ek.livejournal.com

Anna, I hope you feel better soon and get your energy back up.

And don't worry, you will never be normal, and I'm not talking about radiation effects here...just kidding.

{{ Hugs }}

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again? uck oh yuck. want candles?

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FMLA: you need permission down there to take sick leave? As my Chinese colleagues would say, "two countries, two systems".

Heya, seriously, good luck with it; attitude counting for what it does, you'll haul fair of it in no time.

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Again? This is the same dealie I've had scheduled I think since I've known you... and, thankfully, this is of a variety that is quite easy to deal with.

Energy-wise, you hang on to what you've got, you need it for yourself. If I need some whoop-ass, I know where to get it....

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you will never be normal

This is a good thing!!! Just so long as henceforth the weirdness is in ways that keep life long, happy, and interesting.

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Here's the way it works--the FMLA paperwork says I'm cleared to take sick leave that won't be counted against my normal tally through February 25th. I had to get a form filled out by both Dr. Towbin, the surgeon, and Dr. Taylor, the radiation oncologist, to describe what was going on and my likely duration of side effects and such.

For something a lot more ordinary, like a cold or the flu or something, nah, no special paperwork needed. I just stay home. ;)

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Thank you! And heh, you say "you will never be normal" like it's a bad thing. ;)

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peregrine-ek.livejournal.com

Oh of course not. I am out there on the strange end of the gene pool too. I like the company.

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Har! "You can't read this, it's radioactive!" Hopefully that won't be an omen about any future possibilities of sales. ;)

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Yes. Massive burst of creativity that lets me finish five novels in the next five years = good.

Medical weirdness = not so much. ;)

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I'll drink to that!

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Interesting system you have for medical leave:

I take it, then, that the government somehow pays for your leave time, and that it is basically meant to cover catastrophic illness? Curious to me, since I am in a frightful grey area for medical coverage when Stateside; our family arrangements don't leave any slack for spousal benefits -- at least as concerns yours truly (it being that neither our home state, nor the country as a whole, would recognise my part of the marriage let alone the fact that there are more than two of us involved).

On the other hand, in Canada, it's pretty simple. I've duly nominated Judy as my dower spouse for purposes of national health (as administered provincially), and even though our provincial government are a bunch of Neanderthals, national law has it that marriage is gender-irrelevant. Helps a heck of a lot, that does. That's why we put up with paying those high taxes. ^_^

On the gripping hand, I've been self-employed since 1987 (even when my closely-held corporation contracted my services to Her Majesty in right of various Crown agencies or other levels of government); that means I've had incredible freedom to set my terms and conditions of work, but no outside agency or third party employer pays sick-time. Being down sick last autumn owing to the radiation was a real kick in the head, financially. I guess that's why one always plans for nasty surprises: having the resources built up sure help, especially as we all now age. Ain't none of us in our twenties any more!

Even here, at the Skara, there are no benefits on offer. The counterpoise to that is that my day-rate is three times that of any of the equivalent staff-officers, so I suppose it's a wash in the end.

Anyway, glad that you got your paperwork whipped into shape; pays to have legible handwriting, kel'ka ne?

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If you start glowing in the dark, will that mean you can read in bed without a flashlight? Imprudent minds want to know. ^_^

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I'm sorry you are so wiped out. :(

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Thanks. :) Fortunately it will pass soon, I think! Four more zaps to go.

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Har! I suppose that depends on the intensity of the glow. I mean, if we're talking night-vision green, still not particularly practical for book-reading...

Not that that would stop me from trying. ;)

On the other hand, if we're talking starlight-intensity glowing like unto what we see out of Yvaine in the Stardust movie, also not terribly practical for book-reading, on the grounds that I wouldn't be able to see the BOOK.

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I take it, then, that the government somehow pays for your leave time

Gods, I wish. Nah, this entire FMLA thing is the Family Medical Leave Act, which essentially amounts to "your employer can't hold it against you if you have a serious medical situation you have to deal with".

So what this means for me is that I'm allowed to spend my usual alloted sick leave on this and still get paid for those hours and have it not count against our company policy about absence. If I run out of paid sick leave hours, I can then dip into a pool of unpaid hours that is determined by that paperwork.

It sounds both simpler and more complicated for you up there! Indeed, kudos to the Canadian national laws for not having gender issues for such coverage.

And yay, let's hear it for in-order paperwork. ^_^

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Hear hear! *raises bottle of diet Pepsi*

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Hee. As I apparently said in a very old piece of email (tripped across as I continue the Great Mail Reorg of 2008), insanity, like misery, loves company. Glad to be out here in the wilds with you! ^_^

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mamishka.livejournal.com

Hooray! Cause I still want to read it and haven't had the chance to get started on it yet. :-)

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Cool, thanks for checking in, babe! I look forward to your comments. :)

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Yahh, paperwork is sometimes good, sometimes bad.

In today's courier drop:

Scary-looking FOIA paperwork from Fisheries and Oceans Canada (in Ottawa), citing Para. 20(1)b of the Canadian Evironmental Assessment Act, wondering whether something I wrote 11 years ago qualifies for public release under an environmental tribunal. Time to lawyer-up, maybe?

Receipt for car-insurance payment, but no insurance form. Solved with outbound telephonic suggestion anent novel form of tensile proctology to insurance agent, who thereupon celeritously faxed correct forms to me out here. Elapsed time, four and a half minutes (he made my suggested deadline with thirty seconds to spare: I am the L33T H#LL B1TCH when need be).

Heart-breakingly large bill for use of satellite phone. Eight dollars a minute adds up. Guess that reminds me to be careful about sharing the number.

New health-care card, with "no co-pay" stamped on drug benefit line. Yayness for Members of Parliament (thank you, Catherine!) who actually read mail from their long-suffering constituents.

And the day's main prize, which goes to show that a good agent earns her keep. Royalty cheque from agent (net of her cut): $8729.24 for last year; thanks to Routledges who, being a reputable publisher, do pay on time. Can't live on that, but it sure helps, especially this time of year. New slogan: "creative writing: the gift that goes on giving". Made it to the credit union to deposit it with a couple of minutes to spare...

Your mantra here repeated: money flows to the author. //^_^\\

Not bad, for a full moon day, hey?

Hope you are feeling ever-better; I know I am. Each day works upward, thank goodness!

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Seeing as how you are now officialy nuclear-powered, this ought to be easy steaming for you. Won't need to refuel or take pit stops while writing up a storm....

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Yeah, we'll see what happens when the nuclear power reaches my brain. ;)

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They say that our brains are the vessels of consciousness.

Therefore, you will be able to show us the way to the Nuclear Wessels [Ensign Chekhov would doubtless consider that quite kulturny.]

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