Burdened

A PUA specialist called me this morning, then apologized because her mouse suddenly stopped working and thus she could not follow through with her questionnaire.

I began laughing – cackling in mirthed delight, actually – joking with her to “back away quickly” because the field of null around me diverting any attempts of functioning must be reaching her.

She chuckled upon hearing my story with unemployment and being constantly bounced between status of employed vs. an independent contractor in the system, and assured me it was her mouse’s battery.

I look back at the mess that employer made of my life in March 2020, so worried that I would somehow be the downfall of his business and cause him disaster.

I mean, I filed my taxes as an independent contractor when it turns out that by law he misrepresented my position and I should have filed as an employee.

Unemployment then says, “Oh no, you don’t get to use your most recent earnings for our calculations. We are going to base funding on when you lived most in poverty.” And then, they jerk me away from prospectively more favorable calculations from PUA.

PUA might calculate my case differently and get things moving, finally – but, I told the gal that, likely, any efforts would just further lock my case in tangled administration.

She sympathized and thanked me for being so positive and laughing. I said, “Of course. Otherwise, I would be screaming and crying!”