In what must be an attempt to make the building comfortable during the day, the air conditioning has been kicking on at 3:00 a.m. every morning at work. I have this impression (most likely mistaken) that it's been doing this since the latter part of February. In any case, it means that the vent above my cube spews a cold draft at me just as I'm hitting that part of the work day where I could curl up for a nap if I had my druthers.
I usually throw on my jacket to stave off the chill but if I'm being particularly sleepy, I leave it off as a way of providing extra stimulus for staying awake.
Either way, it's annoying.
After I get off work this morning, I have to run over to the offices of the Metropolitan Center for Independent Living. This is the organization that hires helpers for Ericka. We figured out a while ago that since I end up being the emergency on-call helper, it would make sense for me to be on the payroll.
Well, they have all kinds of things they want "everyone" to do that really don't apply to me because the only person I work with is Ericka. The first thing we ran into was TB tests. If I had TB we'd have figured that out long before the company came along with a test. We successfully dodged that one. The latest thing is picture IDs. This makes sense if a new helper is going to help someone out or if an emergency crew is called in for any reason. As we found out on Monday, however, living with Ericka trumps having a photo ID; the emergency personnel that responded to Ericka's little adventure had no problem with being told that I had Ericka's health care Power of Attorney.
But, rules are rules, it seems. If I don't go get my photo taken, they'll hold my pay checks until I do. Oh well, at least now I'll have a photo ID that actually matches my current appearance.