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Offline 85 Day Jerk

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A Matter of Faith
« on: May 07, 2007, 04:49:45 AM »
I attended the College graduation of my neice on Saturday.  It was a real head wringer.  It seems it was'nt that long ago, that I had removed the training wheels of her bicycle and enticed her fears of failure and or getting hurt with a crisp 5 dollar bill while standing between her and her older brother holding on to their bikes while they readied themselves to ride to the end of the street, turn around and first one back grabs the money from my hand.

She was always the bold one, and she took off like a rocket, a little wobbly on the turnaround and started heading back.  Her brother had beat her to the end of the street, but decided to play it safe and ride up into the grass to make his turn, in case he fell over he would land in nice soft grass.  He was'nt counting on how bad it would slow him down and so he fell over anyway.  After yelling encouragement, he clumsily leaned the bike against a mailbox, climbed on, and started back.  I was so focused on him, that I barely felt Danielle grab the five from my hand.  Now she's married, with a B.A. degree, and still plans on taking more classes until she majors in history enough to teach it.  That really blew my mind.  She has enough confidence in herself to stick to her guns and go through with it, instead of settling for second best and taking whatever bullshit job a BA degree gets these days.

There is a downside to this post.  When I got home later that afternoon, I checked my mail.  It seems that the Tennessee branch of Social Security has deemed me completely cured of Bipolar Disorder and my benefits stop effective in June.  It was time for my 4 year evaluation, and instead of evaluating me, they are simply going to Cease my benefits because I have not climbed a water tower with a high powered rifle lately.  Welcome to Tennessee, now GO FUCK YOURSELF!  I have only been an official resident for 4 short months

There is a whole lot going through my mind these days.  I plan on seeing a lawyer, but if it looks like it will end up being a bunch of bullshit, I am simply gonna cave.  I have let a lot of really good opportunities pass me by simply because I was on disability and was afraid to lose it, but you know what?  The whole fucking time that I have been on it, has been one long lingering mind fuck.  I have had to worry that I am making too much money from week to week, yet I was far enough below the poverty level this tax year, that I got back over 500 dollars when they only took out $150 from my paychecks.

I have decided that playtime is over.  It's time to go back to full time work, or better yet, start my own business.  I am throwing off the yoke of Government red tape and will start living the way I WANT TO and start enjoying life more.  Since Feburary I have been the personal Company Monkeyboy for an East Indian immigrant who has inherited 3 gasoline stations and is not even 25 years old.  I have put up with a ton of shit because they pay attention to the limits place on my pay by Social Security and are willing to pay cash on the side for any "extra services" such as my using my pickup truck to move materials for them.  Has it been worth it?  Hell no!  I have worked every damn weekend since Valentines Day and only make 7 dollars an hour for a 24 hour week.  If I have to pay for my own prescriptions, I am still registered with the Canadian Pharmacy i St. Petersburg, so I can go back to that if need be.
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Inside a warehouse behind Tyrone Mall
we walked in darkness, kept hitting the wall.
I took the time to feel for the door,
I had been \"treated\" but what the hell for?

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Re: A Matter of Faith
« Reply #1 on: May 07, 2007, 06:34:06 PM »
Quote from: ""85 Day Jerk""
they are simply going to Cease my benefits because I have not climbed a water tower with a high powered rifle lately.


Well, it's good to see that you've identified the problem. I'm sure you'll take corrective action right away.
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A Matter of Faith
« Reply #2 on: May 07, 2007, 10:01:48 PM »
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« Reply #3 on: May 09, 2007, 03:22:51 AM »
I found a clinic with a way cool country doctor.  She looks a whole lot like the mom from that old show The Waltons.  She has taken it upon herself to schedule me to get a lingering problem taken care of once and for all before my benefits run out.  My saliva glands have been messed up for years and develop these little stones that clog up the spit ducts and then make my cheeks swell up like I have the Mumps.  Sometimes they get infected and then I end up suffering flu like symptoms for weeks.  This also leads to problems with my sinuses, snoring, possible sleep apnea like symptoms and basically makes life a living hell sometimes.  In the end, I may end up having my Parotid Glands removed altogether.  For Shame, now I caint chew tobaccer and spit out big ole wads as big as horse turds all over the pavement where I work.  How will the women ever dig me now?
« Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 PM by Guest »
Inside a warehouse behind Tyrone Mall
we walked in darkness, kept hitting the wall.
I took the time to feel for the door,
I had been \"treated\" but what the hell for?