Just as I thought

Thankfully I didn't get my hopes up about being retrained by workman's comp.  A little glimmer, maybe, but not much more than that.  Since my interview with the vocational rehab counselor I have been checking the workman's comp website religiously and have been watching the progression, little by little, and yesterday there was the paperwork I had expected to see all along.

The voc counselor has determined that I am physically able to work at Old Navy, ringing customers and putting clothes on hangers.  I had to laugh at that.  And my doctor has signed off on it.  Of course she did, because the description she was given was so easy anyone can do it!  And that's ok, as a matter of fact, she's right. I can work at Old Navy for minimum wage while I put myself through school, I might even apply there once I move to Las Vegas!

I was told last year that the vocational department wasn't concerned with how much money I can make once I go back out to the work force, even though I was making just under $20 an hour in my last job, they only care that I can get a job, any job, even if it's pumping gas (which, she did check on, ha ha ha).  I am not broken hearted here, to be honest, I'm almost relieved.  I have been thinking for the last couple of weeks that I think I would rather do this on my own anyway.  I have jumped through enough hoops in the last 3 1/2 years, it's time to get out in the world and spread my wings my way.

So now it's in the hands of workman's comp and I don't expect this to take very long.  I hope it doesn't.  I'm a bit worried about driving a big truck with my car on a trailer behind me through the snowy passes, I'd really like to get going before the snow falls.  Also, I have been getting the holiday decorating fever that I always get this time of the year.  I want to get gone and in a home so I can unpack my spiders and ghosts.

In the mean time, there is nothing left to pack except whatever I use every day.  There is nothing left in the garage, I have recycled everything I had left that I could get any money for and donated the rest.  And since I found myself completely bored out of my mind I splurged $30 on a latch-hook rug and a couple of embroidery kits.  That should keep me busy until I am free to make my move.  Soon soon soon, I hope.