Owl’s First Scholarship

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child care, compassion, daycare, guilt, unemployment, work

PH and I can’t decide what to do about Owl’s child care situation.

Perhaps it is typical of us that we are turning such a non-issue into an issue.

Reasons why Owl’s care should be a non-issue:

1. Daycare Lady was the first person I called when I got The Infamous Email, because I was shaking and upset and Owl was clinging to me and going “maaaaamaaaaaaaaaaa” and I have never been so close to putting him through a wall as I felt at that moment. So she said to bring him right away, of course, and please, not to worry – that no matter what, Owl would never lose his spot with her.

2. When PH and I came to pick Owl up at the end of that day, she spent fifteen minutes trying to persuade PH that we didn’t need to pay her while I was out of work. That she would not charge us until I found a job again. PH of course refused to consider that.

3. Daycare Lady and her older daughter (who has been known to CRY on weekends because she missed Owl) both pleaded with us to continue bringing him. PH and I assurred them that we would, because has developed an attachment to them (he now calls Daycare Lady by name and has invented a sign for her, which is tapping his chin for some reason) and we wouldn’t want to yank them out of his life like that. They basically responded with “yes, please, please don’t take him away from us.”

4. When I picked Owl up after my interview on Thursday, Daycare Lady again tried to convince me to accept Owl’s care for free while I searched for work: “Carol, I know how men are, they are stubborn about money and their pride causes problems, but Carol, please believe me when I say that I want you to keep bringing Owl and I don’t want to charge you. This can just be between you and me. Don’t try to give me money for this. I want you to bring him.” When I said that maybe we could “figure something out”, like taking Owl down to part time, she insisted again and again “Carol, please. You are like me – your family lives far away. Owl is like my family now. Please. I want you to think of us as your family. Please, bring Owl tomorrow. Bring him every day. We want to see him. When you get work again, then you can pay again, but until then, I feel it is wrong to charge you.”

5. It is undeniable that Owl would prefer to continue going. How PH and I ended up with such a little extrovert, we have no idea, but there is no arguing his extroversion. He hates being housebound. On the day that I kept him home, between The Day Of Infamy and the job interview, he kept bringing me his boots and signing “coat”, and then, if that didn’t work, he’d haul MY boots over to me. Despite the fact that it was freezing cold outside, he loved walking in the snow because HE LOVES A CHALLENGE. He just wanted to be out, out, out. We took three walks that day, one of which was all the way to The Esso, which is a half a kilometre away. Yes, HE WALKED all the way there. In the snow. Tiny step by tiny step. He wanted to walk back, too, but I carried him for time reasons.

So, to sum up:

• Owl loves daycare.
• Owl’s daycare loves him.
• It won’t cost us money.
• It would make people sad to actually refuse.

 So where’s the problem?

Well, seriously, how do you accept something like that from someone? At what point does it just become taking advantage of someone’s generosity?

It didn’t help that when PH dropped Owl at daycare today, intending to reopen the “please let us pay you” conversation, Daycare Lady met him at the door with a heaping plate of food for us – rice with some kind of lamb curry on top – lest we grow faint in our house-cleansing efforts.

At what point does it become too much? How can we get her to accept our money? 

I FEEL LIKE POO

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fail, jobs, unemployment, work

My work broke up with me VIA EMAIL.

Found it in my inbox this morning. It was actually sent shortly before I left for work yesterday, so I was actually laid off but didn’t know it yet AS I WORKED.

Gist:

Dear Carol,

You don’t work for us any more. We aren’t busy enough to justify employing you, and we don’t value you enough to keep you over someone else.

Love, Boss’s Wife

I was going to have to quit soon anyway, because my hours were getting less and less. But I still feel like a big useless ball of fail.

FAIL.

That’s great.

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argh, bosses, record of employment, service canada, unemployment, work

Sooo…. after a month of waiting, my EI money arrived today. In the amount of 44 dollars.

Called Service Canada.

Service Canada told me that I only get 44 dollars because my work paid out my accrued vacation time when I left, so clearly I am rolling in dough and don’t need money.

I told them that I had used all my accrued vacation time and then some by the time I left, and that I’d actually had to work an extra day to pay off UNaccrued vacation paid to me.

They said my Record of Employment states otherwise.

I checked. Under the column for vacation pay owing at the end of employment, it says 548 dollars.

I was not given a check for 548 dollars, because that money wasn’t owing.

Service Canada says that’s not their problem – they have to go by what the ROE says and it says I have 548 bucks so I only get 44 from EI.

I called my employer.

The dyslexic boss wasn’t there, and the women who does the money doesn’t actually know HOW to do ROEs, so she can’t fix it for me.

Why do they leave the ROEs to the dyslexic?

So I have to wait for next week for this to be fixed.

Service Canada says that after three weeks of processing, they’ll be able to rectify the mistake and pay me the money they won’t pay me right now.

Fantastic.