Bang your Head redux

So I go in to get the health insurance and what not handled today. Fiasco city. after nearly two hours I'm set up with health, eye and dental which all come out of my pay PRE-TAX (so yay to that), then I set aside 50$ pre-tax for flex spending on any and all medical stuff. Good deal that too. I would have set it for more but I don't even know what my check will look like (and no you can't go back and change it). Then I want disability (short term, long term is automatic) they argue with me. After all I get sick days. I'm not stupid. I only get 2 weeks of sick days. Long term doesn't kick in until 90 days. I'm in a lab setting with flames, glass, sharp pokey things and poisons. Nosiree bob, I'm willing for fork out 35$ a month for coverage. I get my parking pass but the cops won't give me a faculty id without my id# which of course was never given to me and no one's in the HR office because they're in Bob Evans Hall (Don't laugh have I mentioned our land abuts Bob Evans farm?) for the health insurance nightmare.

I get to my office. I download my PPT lecture and print it. I take the disc to class (after telling the secretary the key problem) and the cd WONT play on the lap top. I'm in front of my class and it's just grinding. I excuse myself after giving them something to read and run to the office. HELP ME! They take my disc and it's CORRUPTED. Please tell me how? No one can. So once again I wing a PPT lecture.

I stay late to do the one for tomorrow since the image cd won't load right here (it uses the net to run the PPT slide and won't work here thru the dial up). I'm taking that pen/thumb/key whatever you want to call it drive in tomorrow to plug into the machine and see if that works but I'm in the fancy room there. I think I can just plain old fashioned download it fromt he net there.

sort of confused

There's a neighbor kid Z, who introduced himself to me last week and wouldnt' stop talking to me. He's about 7 -9 I guess. I'm not really a kid person but Z likes me apparently. I also feel rather sorry for him. There's jackshit to do down here other than run around in the pathetic yard. He and another little buddy sit on the front porch of his apartment and play video games all afternoon. (I have suspect Mom won't let them inside to play these but she does have padded chairs out for them. I've never even seen mom)

I've taken to sneaking in the back door so Z doesn't see me (Because I'm the brave little toaster). Today I tried to sit out there and even though I'm obviously talking on the phone Z is trying to talk to me and get my attention 'Watch me Dana, Watch me!' (he's trying to pop a wheelie and mostly just hurting himself). I had to go back inside (to play with the thermostat but he could have thought I was running off on him).

Later as I'm in the tub, someone knocks on my door. I ignore it. It's nearly 9pm and i'm reading in the tub go away. The person is very persistent. Thinking it might be the neighbor I share a wall with coming to say my music is too loud or something I get out get dressed and answer the door. It's Z with a broom. "Dana can I sweep your porch?" yeah knock yourself out, kid. I now have to go abck inside and finish school work.

But I feel bad. Obviously Z wants someone to talk to. I'm not much on kids and I have nothing for him, no snacks or games. The best I could do is sit outside and watch him play. I guess I could but in the past Z has shown a reluctance to let me escape if I encourage him. Then again I feel bad because I know he has to be lonely and the parent (s) is letting video games and tv raise him. Sigh. The urge to slap any parent who parks their kid in front of a tv all day and do nothing else with him is overwhelming