I just spent the morning learning all about the varying requirements for medicare, medicaid, SSDI, food stamps, subsidized housing and other benefits. I am trying to help my client, who has no money, figure out how much alimony she can afford to collect from her soon-to-be-ex-husband without jeopardizing her benefits and possibly ending up worse off than before. I arranged a meeting for me and my client with a benefits counselor at a non-profit agency that specializes in helping people in her situation. Usually I don’t handle divorce cases, and I know nothing about government benefits, so it was a lot to absorb. We spent two hours crunching numbers and reviewing different options. Then my client, who has no car, asked me to take her to the grocery store and the drug store to pick up “just a few” items, which turned out to take quite a while. It was actually kind of fun to provide practical assistance to someone rather than just pushing paper and playing with words, which is what I usually do all day.
When I got to my office at mid-day, it was time for the annual office Thanksgiving feast. There was a lot of food, but it was a fun chance to mingle with people I often only see in passing as we hurry off to meetings or back to our offices. I was talking with some of the younger associates about blogs and blogging. None of them seemed familiar with the concept, which made me feel very hip and with it, until one of them said, “Well, anyone who would write about themselves on the internet must have some issues . . .” I guess I am not a very good ambassador for blogging since I failed to convince them of the beauty of the concept.
Meanwhile, my father, as is his habit, has been calling me on my cell phone with updates on the weather, in anticipation of the drive my husband and I will make to my parents’ house tomorrow for Turkey Day. Every year at Christmas and Thanksgiving he calls me non-stop in the 24 hours leading up to our visit with weather updates; he also grills me about my vehicle. “Happy, there are supposed to be intermittent flurries tomorrow with the possibility of up to three inches of snow. Which car are you taking? Remind me, is it front wheel drive or four wheel drive? Do you have your snow tires on yet? All four tires? Do you have chains on your tires? You really oughta get four wheel drive . . . etc. etc.” These calls started this morning at around nine as I was headed out to meet my client. He asks the same questions every single call. The frequency has been increasing this afternoon, and by tomorrow morning I’ll be ready to kill him. (I’m saying this will all due affection. I think.)
I eat fries. But they are not a favorite of mine. I could go the rest of my life without another one. So that french fry under your gas pedal would not be part of my lunch. BUT if it were chocolate....I would TOTALLY eat it!
Posted by: iphone zubehoer | January 01, 2010 at 06:38 AM