Um....legally they can't just up and fire you after that.

If you have a medical condition, that is documented to have been caused by your job (and thus able to be the basis of an L & I claim), and said condition prevents you from being able to perform the duties of your job, then you must be declared "Disabled."

Once you are officially disabled, then your employer must attempt to place you elsewhere internally and retrain you to perform a new job. If they do re-place you within, they must pay you at least the same rate. If there is nothing you can do for them due to your disability, they can terminate you, but then they must pay for you to be retrained externally in a field with comparable pay.



That having been said, it is very difficult to prove that a mental condition was caused by any kind of on the job stress. Nearly impossible. It is very easy for L & I to deny your claim, at which point your recourse is to take them to court. If you loose (most likely outcome) you pay for your lawyer, their lawyer and court costs.

Also, if the person has ever been treated for anything related to their current illness, and it wasn't documented as on-the-job, your claim will be denied as a pre-existing condition. If it was documented as job related, but the person has since moved to a new employer, the claim will be denied.

Neat, huh?

Poor poor Sammi J, so that is why I did not get to see you today. BASTARDS!!!

I really don't know what I would do in your situation my friend, but when it comes down to it, if your going to loose your job anyway, take the break and get your L&I.

Involuntary Commitment

Fun times! Well, yesterday at work, I ended up walking out on my client - something I've never done before. The whole thing started on Tuesday, when the little fucker used a knife to lock the staff room door in such a way that I could not open it. He was pissed off at me because I was about to get off shift and another staff person was taking him to his mother's house. He wanted for Heather to go, so he intended to keep me locked up until it was time to go. I was calm - I calmly advised him of what it was to commit "felony unlawful imprisionmet" and "assault with a deadly weapon". He understood and I left. Sadly, I had a "put my fist through a solid object" injury.

Wednesday, we went out to get his meds from the pharmacy. He opened the car door and took off his seatbelt while I was driving, and then began shaking the car. I pulled a 360, stopped the car, and made him go to the back while we drove straight home. We went from there to baseball practice, where I was supervised because fo the previous day. For the last hour and a half of my shift, my job coordinator was with me. It was a successful shift until my client began freaking out in the car, and at practice - but was otherwise calm.

Thursday I was in meetings all day with my other staff, as I'm the house lead, then with his Therapist, mother, and made notes for his CCO. It was awesome.

Friday was - well, to be completely honest, I don't remember Friday. At all. I know I was at work, but I couldn't tell you who was there before or after me, or what my client and I did all day. That sorta frightens me.

Saturday, I can tell you very very little of what happened. He ran across a busy street and broke line of sight - which, is essential. My whole job is to make sure I can see him. He reached in my pocket to get something out (my sweater pocket, but still - he's never to be closer to me that 6 feet in home and 3 feet in the community." Wait - we shopping on Friday. We go shopping every Friday. Regardless, I don't remember what happened when we got home, but I ended up in the ER with a migraine. They gave me some medicine that made me loopy, and then asked me what happened. I stated, "Andy gave me a migraine. I'm gonna kill that fat fucker." In come the white coats.

So I get this piece of paper, and they say "Since you're having homicidal ideation, you have to sign this. It means that a psychiatrist is going to talk to you before we let you leave here tonight." . . .and if I don't? "Oh, that's simple. We involuntarily commit you." So I signed, and they took me upstairs, where I was oriented to the ward.

What?!? I'm not here to stay! "Oh, yes you are, deary! You signed a voluntary committment form! That means that you're ours until we decide you can go home!" So, I revoked my signature, no longer voluntary and citing "coersive action" by the er staff, as well as "untruthful statements for the purposes of coersion." It was awesome. So I get to go home, right?

"Oh, you don't agree. Well, TOUGH SHIT! Our psychiatrist, who you have by the way not met and cannot make such decesions without meeting you, has decided to involuntarily commit you until the staffed psychatrist sees you later this week!"

Needless to say, I threatened with my lawyer, but still had to stay overnight. Fuckers. The psychiatrist came to see me today - the on-call who should've been called last night - and released me. Fuckers. Thinking I don't know their game.

So - for anyone willing to share an opinion, here's my new delima:

Tuesday, I have to go see a psycologist. I can have them commit me again - involutarily by paperwork - and I can claim L&I while I'm there. because they can list that "her client drove her insane." I'll get paid while I'm there, but will pretty much lose my jobs afterwards and be more or less unable to work in this field again. but I really hate my job and could use the time to figure out what to do next.

Any Advice?

http://donotcall.gov/

Heh heh. Register before July 7, and when the list goes into effect in October, no more telemarketers. The best part is, the telemarketers are mostly paying for it, not your tax dollars.

[ColossaljOe Comics Returns]

For all those of you who never got the opportunity to read a comic that jimmoi, justin, austin, and I put together... well now... here's your chance :). I find it in some archives. I'll try posting it here, and if it doesn't work... then I might make it a separate website... we'll see.

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jOe Origins

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Well... wasn't that amazing? I plan on making any future comics much shorter... this was just the first, that's why. And I don't even know if this format for posting will work... we'll see.

[A touch of history]

I was looking over some old files as I prepare to move from my apartment to a new house... with my own bedroom... which i've been waiting to have for a long time...

When I came across something that made me realize... neither james nor i were the first to... add creative touches... to pictures...

Rather, it was jimmoi:



It's funny... this picture, with its simplicity... is probably one of the funniest things i've seen.

and of the dancing ( nude ) man?

hee hee.

[addendum]

Hmm, james must be right. For some reason, i happen to be good at finding a picture of a penis...

I mean... i wish i had the skills to find rare pictures of collages of penises... but alas, i could only find a picture of a single penis...

go figure.

[who's first]

Yeah... you all could place bets on me or jimmoi...

or there's the surefire choice,





After all... there's only four more years left...

note:

never underestimate Jeff's abilities to :

1. find pictures of penises
1b. find pictures of pierced penises

2. find pictures of nude men dancing

3. share his collection of manporn with us all by trying to superimpose me upon one of the pictures and then claiming it was an 'attack' on me when, in fact, he's just pulling a napster :

" Isnt this weird? "

its a question really.
i've got bets he ( jeff ) comes out of the closet before jimmoi does.

anyone want to put a fiver down on that?

;)

[addendum]

oh yes... and i do believe that was...

FIRST POST!

Yeeup, that's right... have nightmare my children...

HAVE NIGHTMARES!

[It's what's for dinner]

On my many roads that I travel, I come across many things. What I don't come across, i trust my faithful friend Mr. Harry Wapler to come across.

And today, he came across something very interesting:

Apparently, James had a brief stint in advertising before his Box... err... Cardboard... err... Corrugated Fiber Making days.





Hmm... i do remember James saying he wasn't eatin' well lately...

it now seems i need to buy an X-box

I don't normally do this - but the buddy icons and the way iChat displays it - just had to share.



I just took that out of the iChat log file.

nice bradbury.
and i followed it up with :



which was someone or another's friend. I dont know.
but thats not what I'm here to tell everyone.
While searching through some old files I came across a picture that I guess Jeff must have left at my old house when his mommy had brought over cookies and photographs to show my mommy and the two of them would go in the back room and have hot interracial lesbianic sex.

However, still, I digress.



yup.

I got to thinking the other day. About a certain person that briefly worked her way into our fucked-up little circle.


We all know she just wanted some dick


Anyhow, we all thought we knew what this certain person was after: The Zach-O. I have taken the liberty of visualizing with the following picture:


As you can see, Zach wasn't wanting any part in it

Then I said to myself: "Self, what if she was only using Zach-O to get to someone else in the group?" But who could it be?


No, even with the Frenchification Jeff seemed to be undergoing, would that be her intended target. He wasn't around enough.

Okay, so it probably wasn't Jeff. Who else?


She doesn't strike me as a follower of Christ.

Then it hit me. The only plausible explanation. It was right in front of our eyes, the entire time.


Eureka! She wanted to turn Jimmoi into her Asain-cowboy love slave! It all makes perfect sense!

So you see? It's good that he went in the AirFarce. Otherwise, right now he'd be a shit-kicking, pussy-whipped version of the Korean we all know and love.


Massive props to Jordan for his original picture and the idea from which this developed.

You can't get around bess. There is no bypass, and all web traffic is routed through it. That having been said, bess will be replaced by something else this summer.

You see, we can't allow there to be any way around Bess. Our use of a filter to block images deemed inappropriate for schools is mandated by federal law. I'm not sure what the letter of the law is, but I do know it only applies to images. We are constantly reminded of this. Bess is actually a service of a company called N2H2, they provide the list of what's what, based on category.

As part of what we're doing this summer, you'll notice the internet speed in the district jump significantly. Also, every phone number in the district will be changing. Fun stuff.

...

Platoweb....you're at Challenger, in the building on the other side of the access road.

WHO LET THE SLUGS LOOSE?!

aaaarggggh!

Ok.
so the whole FYAD thing was a ruse.

just a lead in to this :

MORE PICKLES?!

heh.
oh man.

for those of you who enjoy the website " somethingawful.com " there is something you dont know about. The forums. The forums are like somethingawful.com on speed+crack+meth+heroine and any other drug you can find on the street or scrape out of a dead junkie's mouth. the forums have a thing calle " FYAD " which is an acronym for " Fuck You And Die " -

the idealogy behind FYAD is absolute pain. FYAD ... is well, difficult to describe because it must be witnessed.
So I am charging to the board to bring some FYAD-lovin to this place.
I will kick it off with the following image.

Please. do not view the image if you're anywhere where you'll get in trouble.
also - if you want to 'participate' in the FYAD photoshoot - upload your images to /images/FYAD/

umm..
so. here it is :

pickles?

fun.
look for more FYAD in the future.