Somehow, on a day when I could have used a little sunshine, I survived the soul-deadening combination of heavy daylong overcast and a stack of mindless, tedious forms to fill out. Nothing makes my eyes glaze over more than being forced to pander to bureaucracy, unless itís pandering in the semidarkness.
There wasnít much I could do to avoid either of these unfortunate circumstances. I think Iím finally learning that nothing, not even the power of wishing-hoping-thinking-praying, can fix the deficiencies in the weather. Now I still have to convince myself that the dark clouds are neither a personal attack on me nor a commentary on my life. Iím working on that.
As for the forms, I knew what I was getting into when I opened the mail from the last three days. There were no less than eight envelopes from the workers comp carrier, and I had to deal with them. Tim hurt his back a month ago. Heís been working, but itís been getting worse and he needs treatment. So the insurance company bombards me with forms to fill out. I did the ones that asked about his payroll records; there were five of those.
Another form had questions about his job duties. How much he lifts, and how high. Whether any bending or twisting is required. How much of his time is spent squatting, crawling, kneeling and climbing. Simple grasping, power grasping, fine manipulation (how much with each hand). Instead of sending the form to Tim so that he could lose it in the back of his truck, Iím mailing it to the Boss and asking him to help Tim fill it out. I think thatís my best bet.