Loving them state holidays

I had a better week at work even though the crazies were barking loudly. My new plan, to not call the seconds in command, just get advice from people who do this job and let the big boss know what the bad crazy potentials were, made things a lot smoother. We are supposed to get some help soon that should get the crazies out of my hair and onto another set of burdened backs. Can. Not. Wait. It will let me just sleepwalk through the soul-killing parts of the job and just focus on the fact that I have one and it has state benefits. Best of all are the nearly monthly three-day weekends. Just as my jaw and neck and leg pain get the worst, along comes some Monday off or another. December's were pretty great. Some other things work better, like the HSA; I filed my first, big hit from the year's deductibles for my stunningly expensive medicine and the HSA put the money back in my checking account in less than a week. My former HSA took two or three weeks to send me a check, so that was nice. It gives me the money to eat on until the end of the month.
Working with people who don't have jobs or health insurance really brings it home that in our country, you either have or have not. If you don't have a job with insurance and you get sick, there's no real safety net; one good illness and you can find yourself living under a bridge. I do not care for algae in general so under-bridge life appeals to me much less than a soul-killing job. There is a remote possibility that holding onto the soul-killing job for a year could bring me a less awful one in this big organization, so I spend a small part of each day drinking a cup of tea and rationalizing going back out to the Faustian bargain that pays my heating bill and my blessed swim club membership. Water therapy is the only thing that really keeps the RSD from being total misery, and hitting that pool every day makes everything seem like it will be okay. Tomorrow I will be doing it  as a holiday, which is brilliant.