I thought I'd be feeling good today but I don't. My plan was to go to Half Moon Bay and then head back home via the meeting.
The first problem is that the contracting agency was pressuring me to waive dental and health coverage. At best this is laziness -- they may want all paperwork signed before the contractor starts so that they don't have to chase them. But it clearly says on the form that I have 23 days after my start date to make up my mind and if I fail to sign up within 23 days, the default is that I don't get coverage. I ended up adding a third checkbox to the form with the text "I'm considering it and will give an answer within 23 days of my start date." That really shouldn't have been necessary.
This makes me inclined to be suspicious of the agency. They also failed to go over time sheets with me. I'm going to need to go over the pay stubs with a fine tooth combed when I start getting them. I just realized that I don't know how often I get paid. I guess I'll add that to my questions. Another important question that I have for them is about overtime. There may be a lot of it to begin with on this project.
I really dislike doing business with people who I have to check on every step of the way, or they may cheat me.
Anyway, I sent off the amended and signed form. In my email I also said that I wouldn't have a lot of email coverage, so if need be we could talk on Monday. Then I set off for Half Moon Bay.
The trip took quite a while. There'd been an accident between a subcompact and a garbage truck near Skyline. I didn't mind that much. Recently I bought
Loreena McKennit's latest, Lost Souls. I like it just as much as her earlier records. Now that I'm familiar with it, I've put all her songs on shuffle. I love singing along with her in the car.
Half Moon Bay was good, as usual. Here's
some architecture in Half Moon Bay. I bought lunch in a deli on Main Street, then I ate it in the beach parking lot. It was sunny when I arrived but soon the fog came rolling in. I took photos of
wildflowers after I'd eaten. If anybody knows how to embed Instagram photos on Dreamwidth, please let me know. I used to be a front end developer, so I don't mind writing a bit of HTML to make it work.
Then I spent quite some time on the beach enjoying the feeling of being cleansed and rejuvenated by the nearness of the vast ocean. It was lovely. But before I knew it, it was time to head back over the hill. I stopped at a drugstore on the way to get first aid stuff for my tattoo. It's quite red now.
On the bay side it was sunny and I made good time on the freeway. It was beautiful. Unfortunately I didn't enjoy the meeting one bit. It was very chaotic the first 15-20 minutes. I'd made the mistake of sitting on the same side as the door, so I even had people carrying chairs above my head. That was scary and very triggering. Originally I had planned to share about my new job, but I was too triggered, so I didn't feel like sharing at all. All I did was ask for the business meeting book, because it had gotten stuck. It was soon found and a number of people wrote stuff on the agenda for the next business meeting. I would have liked to bite somebody's head off, but instead I just wrote a question about how we can prepare the room to avoid the chaos at the beginning when people go to other rooms to get chairs and distribute them throughout the room so people have somewhere to sit. I'm sure that's eminently solvable. What I'm not sure of is if other people care enough to solve it.
I'm very clear that I can't go on being cosecretary in the meeting if we don't solve the problem. The only reason I staid was because as one of the officers of the meeting, I'm supposed to be there. I would have left otherwise. Having people carry chairs above my head brought back some very scary memories of my step father's violent outbursts. Retraumatization is not desirable.
Next week I'm secretary and I will sit in the farthest corner of the room, so I can avoid being triggered by all the activity behind my back and above my head. I'm really quite angry about this. Particularly at the guy who is doing all the scary stuff. It's one person in particular. The feeling of being a square peg in a round hole stems from this, I think. It's not that often that I feel like that here in the Bay Area. I need to take it seriously when I do, because it means something.