Update on the work situation:
I was called into the office to speak with one of my supervisors and the Union Steward. They asked me all kinds of questions about what I am doing on the childcare front and how is my anxiety disorder and medication affecting my job. They wanted to know about my doctor and the medical leave They offered solutions such as just working on Saturday and Sundays for a while. They also told me someone I could call to get a list of childcare providers who might do the weekend babysitting.
After we spoke, they told me to stay for a meeting. Keven, the store director who decides if anyone gets a personal leave, brought in a dvd player and showed several of us a film on a new incentive program. When we were done, he asked me how I was feeling. I didn't know he even knew who I was. He then asked about the progress on my medical leave and told me he got my paper where I wrote to ask him for personal leave. He told me I could have it if the medical leave doesn't work out. He asked for how long. He told me I couldn't ask for six months or anything like that. I told him that I didn't need that long, maybe two to four weeks. He told me he could give me that. I told him he wasn't living up to his reputation as an ogre and he laughed. He explained why he has to be hard on people.
I found my supervisor and told her about it. Kevin told me different things than she and the union steward did and I think she was surprised.
Andy did sound so much better this morning. I hope he will continue to sound better with each passing day. His family is being kind of weird and not supportive, but I am just being as nice to them as I can be. I got his sister a couple of pairs of cute socks when she babysat for me last. I brought his parents a nice hanging basket that was beautiful and cost only $5. A farmer was selling them from a truck. I figure that letting them know they have hurt us or reacting in kind would only make things worse.
Julian will serve as torch bearer at church tomorrow. Then I will try again to go get the boxes from the priest. And tomorrow night Andy wants us to visit him at the hospital. He told me that our last visit was the most fun he's had in a long time. All we did was sit in the day room while the boys watched Nickalodian. But we laughed at Sponge Bob and Fairy Godparents and Jimmy Neutron. It was nice to see him smiling. I got to see the wound on his driver's side arm. Until the past couple of days it was always bandaged. Now they have a clear plastic bandage on it, or maybe it's some type of second skin thing. It was pretty deep. I had no idea it was so deep.
Thank all of you again. I have said many times on this board: we all figured out that we were brothers and sisters when were inside the org. The gov bod would love to keep us all from speaking to each other and to take this sibling relationship from us. I have found that the bond we forged then, actually is stronger here on the outside. And out here, it's no so conditional. It's one grand thing that we did get from being JW's. And I am very grateful for all of you.