work work work

I know I’m jumping the gun here. I am possibly years away from a transplant. My possible donor is just that. Possible. As a person waiting for a benevolent soul to donate a vital organ, I am keenly aware that promises are just that and people don’t always deliver on what they say when they are trying to be nice. It’s not negative, it’s realistic. As much as I hate dialysis, if I look past it I will cause myself a whole lot of hurt. I need to focus on following the rules, I invariably feel better when I do.

According to my Social Worker at the clinic, in the event of a transplant I can remain on SSDI for a full year, at which time I am expected to return to work. I can live with that with just one concern, I am disgusted by the Insurance plans being offered by employers these days, high premiums and even higher deductibles make me wonder if I can get a job that offers anything close to what Medicare does for me. Don’t get me wrong, I am not that guy, the one who looks for easy street via benefits. But out of pocket expenses and quality of care do matter and I don’t want to go backwards in that area. Of course, it really is too early to speculate on this, technically I am at retirement age and I may not be required to go back to work.

But still, I may be able to go back to work someday. The prospect of it excites me. If Uncle Sam kicks me off the federal tittie I will survive because if nothing else, my eclectic (a nice way of saying all over the damn place), work history will give me options. If I’m not a victim of ageism…

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  1. That was one thing that was a very attractive part of my package when I worked for the American Bank. The medical insurance was a perk, though we had to pay tax and national insurance on it, but although I claimed for my back issues and chiropractic treatments, Hubby benefited too as if he was admitted as an NHS patient, we got a cash payout for every night he was in hospital. If he’d needed treatment, like now, we could have claimed on the insurance and he would have been seen and treated privately. Sadly that stopped once I left in 2001, even though I’m now a bank pensioner. We looked into private health insurance, but with his existing problems then and my weight problems, premiums were loaded to the extent of £60 pm each, which we simply could not afford as we weren’t working and on a fixed income.
    Ageism is an interesting concept these days. Both Hubby and I have experience, but no paper qualifications. His last job was port security and mine has always been office work of some sort. We have found that experience doesn’t seem to count, but degrees or other bits of paper do.
    I was turned down for temp work as I was ‘the wrong shape’. I thought ‘Sorry for being a 45 year old unpaperised financial analyst who just happens to not be a stick insect on stilettos.’
    Always made me laugh that. Years ago, companies were making a bit thing about hiring pensioners, and we found it very useful to talk to a guy in the DIY store who was old school and not someone who couldn’t do anything without a calculator.
    It does sound very exciting for you to get back into the workplace as although I can’t remember exactly, I think you do have a special expertise regarding cars, yes?

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    1. my age will definitely be a factor in my going back to work, You seem to have a pretty good grip on the subject. And yes, I have a fairly specialized background in the auto industry

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