Workman’s Compensation. It should be called Poorman’s Compensation. First of all you have to wait, and wait to see a doctor so that he can give his diagnosis of what has happened. Then there are the forms. Then you have to send copies of whatever pay you are still getting, if any. Then if you boss gives you a weeks pay when he doesn’t really have to, it throws their whole precious schedule off. I was injured six weeks ago and have received two checks from the Poorman’s Comp people. At least that is what they are making me and my family, poor. Two weeks in a row and I have received nothing. The idiot in charge of my case takes Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays off so there is no way of getting in touch with him. Then when I do have time to try and reach him he is always in meetings.
It is bad enough that I only receive sixty percent of what I was making full time, at least give me something. It was hard enough making ends meet before this. Now I have to wait, and wait, and wait for sixty percent if I am lucky.
Of course I am sure that the Poorman’s Comp idiot is deeply troubled by our situation. I am sure that he is losing sleep over the plight that we are in.
I am on twenty hour weeks of light work and my doctor has just told me that it is not healing fast and it will be another month of light labor. If I can at least get a Poorman’s Comp check I would feel a bit better about this situation and maybe pay a bill or too.
OK. I am whining. If I am living and breathing I should shut the hell up, so I will.
For today.
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