Today I had my EDD appeal hearing. The word "chinitas" is the Spanish word meaning "Asians or Chinese". I learned it from my Mexican friends from Mexico. It's also slang for the kind of people who are pretty much the dishonest Asians who come over here expecting us to adhere to their weird "methodologies". I say that word "methodologies" because that was the word that my old 20-year-old "supervisor" used in the appeal hearing. When he was trying his hardest to convince an administrative law judge that I was insubordinate. And he (they) didn't succeed, I don't think. The name of the company is Iconomy Ventures. I wonder what that word means in Chinita language.
It seems to me, that they were expecting me to act and behave differently than I would, for them. Differently meaning, with deference and submissive, since I am a woman. And when I didn't, and did things like - ask questions about my job, they thought I was giving them an "attitude". I'm a bit more assertive than what they are used to, in terms of behavior of women. Who knows, maybe they even thought that the judge would see it this way too, he didn't I think.
It was an interesting, exciting and anal appeal hearing. The judge was so thorough that I think I can safely say that he does his job with OCD-ish quality. He really put the screws to the other side, the Chinitas. It was so bad that I knew within the first few minutes that I didn't lose. And that the State was on my side. They finally admitted (after a grilling from the judge) that I cut my finger open at work. It didn't seem at that time, that that may be a real legal issue. But my mother says that it is. And the fact that they let me go or "terminated" my employment with them for no proven or apparent reason that they could give the judge, seems to be an interesting fact here. But we will just have to wait and see.
That was the first appeal hearing that I can say I enjoyed.
School has been so fun, every day. I come here to the iMac lab in the art building and use the Ferrari iMac brand new computers. I've met a few new friends too, who are my age! Yeah, adults go to college too. Sometimes, stupid people think that only kids go to college. It isn't true, there are lots and lots of adults here. And what's more, the teachers are adults.
So while I am looking for a job, any job, I go to school. It's the best thing to do during times like these. I have an art and web design class. We are creating a website. It's being created in Photoshop and then designed in Dreamweaver. I used to have a website in Dreamweaver. The first page, which is the splash page will have pictures of our latest vacation or travel. Perfect timing for me. I still have all of the pictures I took while living up in the high Sierras. So it'll look cool.
Today I made French toast after arriving home and feeding my kitty a can of tuna and talking to my mom on the phone about the appeal, I drove here and listened to my radio. I heard a pianist named Barry Gordon, who sounds exactly like George Winston. The song I heard was called "Walking On Air".
It seems to me, that they were expecting me to act and behave differently than I would, for them. Differently meaning, with deference and submissive, since I am a woman. And when I didn't, and did things like - ask questions about my job, they thought I was giving them an "attitude". I'm a bit more assertive than what they are used to, in terms of behavior of women. Who knows, maybe they even thought that the judge would see it this way too, he didn't I think.
It was an interesting, exciting and anal appeal hearing. The judge was so thorough that I think I can safely say that he does his job with OCD-ish quality. He really put the screws to the other side, the Chinitas. It was so bad that I knew within the first few minutes that I didn't lose. And that the State was on my side. They finally admitted (after a grilling from the judge) that I cut my finger open at work. It didn't seem at that time, that that may be a real legal issue. But my mother says that it is. And the fact that they let me go or "terminated" my employment with them for no proven or apparent reason that they could give the judge, seems to be an interesting fact here. But we will just have to wait and see.
That was the first appeal hearing that I can say I enjoyed.
School has been so fun, every day. I come here to the iMac lab in the art building and use the Ferrari iMac brand new computers. I've met a few new friends too, who are my age! Yeah, adults go to college too. Sometimes, stupid people think that only kids go to college. It isn't true, there are lots and lots of adults here. And what's more, the teachers are adults.
So while I am looking for a job, any job, I go to school. It's the best thing to do during times like these. I have an art and web design class. We are creating a website. It's being created in Photoshop and then designed in Dreamweaver. I used to have a website in Dreamweaver. The first page, which is the splash page will have pictures of our latest vacation or travel. Perfect timing for me. I still have all of the pictures I took while living up in the high Sierras. So it'll look cool.
Today I made French toast after arriving home and feeding my kitty a can of tuna and talking to my mom on the phone about the appeal, I drove here and listened to my radio. I heard a pianist named Barry Gordon, who sounds exactly like George Winston. The song I heard was called "Walking On Air".
I just have to tell about my mom. Today she was laughing so much about the appeal. She says that lately I've been so much easier for her to talk to, than before. I told her that I feel sort of "dull" lately. She said that's better than feeling like I need to have drama all of the time. And she thinks that the dullness is really serenity. How great if this were true. 
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