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Best Laid Plans....
Hi everyone, sorry I haven't written lately, there's been a lot going on.
As most readers know, I proposed to my fiancé at Howl at the Moon, (PCR,
issue 116, D.Dementia), in early June of this year. She said yes, and as
some of you know, I started selling skeletons on Ebay, and took a job at
Howl-O-Scream to save up enough money to go get married in Las Vegas.
First of all, the plan was to save money from the aforementioned projects,
and use it to go to Vegas in November. We'd stay for about 2 weeks, the
first few days would be spent with Kris's mom and son, and then we'd get
married by an Elvis impersonator(!) (not MY idea, but if it's within my
power: what the lady wants, she gets). Afterwards, my new mother-in-law (a
great lady!) would take my new step-son home, and we'd spend the rest of our
trip as honeymooners. Then, sometime after our return, I'd officially adopt
my step-son and within the following year or so, we'd plan to have another
child, and relocate to a larger home a few years after that, etc, etc..
Essentially, I suppose it's another version of the Great American Dream.
It didn't seem unrealistic at the time, but a series of events have changed
my plans a bit, even forcing my hand in some cases. I feel perhaps that
some of it could have been avoided, but unfortunately the State budget,
various company policies, Healthcare Insurance, human frailty, and
mortality, have all conspired against us. It hasn't stood in the way of us
actually being married, just standing in the way of us doing it like we
wanted to.
First, the wedding was postponed, due to the fact that Kristin's grandmother
wasn't doing well, and no longer expected to live-out the year. It's not
that her grandmother was going to go to the wedding, or anything. It's
doubtful she even knew who Kristin was by that point in her life, but we
knew that if she died, Kristin's mother was going to go to her funeral. Do
to the nature of not knowing when her grandmother was going to go, we didn't
want to make Vegas plans that would be cancelled immediately and possibly
non-refundable, so we decided we needed to wait until February.
I started-up the skeleton business I'd been planning-out for the last 6
months, and found it to be at least modestly successful. When Kristin's
grandmother ended-up dying shortly afterwards, we began to wonder if we
could go ahead with a November wedding again. All signs looked good, but we
thought it'd be prudent to see where we'd be standing in a few weeks.
A few weeks passed, and I found Howl-o-Scream (Busch Gardens) to be a lot of
fun, but very exhausting work. It wasn't too bad, but with a company that
size, even your own boss doesn't recognize you, let alone remember your
name. It really felt dehumanizing to work there. Perhaps I took it too
personally, or something, but it's really amazing when a company of that
size candidly tells it's 900+ new hires that although they will not be paid
for it, they need to be on the premises a half-hour before their shift, just
in-case security decides to run random car searches, because if you're late
by a single minute, you will lose your seasonal bonus, NO excuse is valid,
including random detainment by security.
A single minute...I thought that was merely an exaggeration, until I watched
folks lose their $150 dollar bonus for actually BEING a single minute late.
That's apparently because Busch Gardens feels that by charging their guests
money, the guests deserve to have a complete show available to them the
moment they walk through the front gates. They're absolutely right, or
course, but isn't that why Busch gardens should have people start a
half-hour earlier? to allow them leeway in this world of situations beyond
reasonable control? Guests are not my concern until I am on the clock.
Perhaps, they could have allowed employees to "punch-in" at the guard
station if a search was in progress. In any event, being late by even a
minute, under any circumstance including your own death, or car accident
beyond your control, you forfeit your bonus, because you obviously aren't
conscientious enough.
True, Busch Gardens didn't need to offer a bonus, so it gives them some
leeway, but at the paltry pay rate I was getting, it's unlikely that many
folks would even bother working there. It's a money-saving gimmick of
course. Rather than pay us a decent wage, they make us "double-earn" the
top half of our paycheck. If fact, if you do the legalese, if they felt
that too many folks were going to make the bonus this year, they could
sabotage people by simply getting security to do a massive car search one
night. Is that fair? Not only must an employee battle fate, they must also
battle the very entity that they work for, to ensure their just reward.
Unfortunately, during my battle with fate, I lost. My uncle, Jan de Hartog,
died in hospital, and although I knew I couldn't afford to miss time from my
day job to go to his actual funeral, I wanted to at least go to his
memorial service. I was very close to my uncle, and really didn't want to
miss it. It was on a Sunday, meaning I could do it without missing too much
work. Plane tickets were $455 round-trip to Houston from Tampa, so I looked
into taking a Greyhound bus, but since I'd be leaving Saturday Evening
in-order to get there in-time for the service, I'd be missing a day from
Howl-O-scream, and a half day from my regular day job. Calculating
everything, including loss of bonus, loss of paycheck, ticket costs, etc.
it was going to cost me $350 in lost revenue/actual costs even by bus, with
no overnight requirements.
$350 to drive all night without sleep, stumble out of a bus, fall asleep
during the memorial service, then stumble back onto the bus to drive through
the next night, and then attempt to stumble into work, was not something I
felt would be appropriate to the occasion.
I was inches away from canceling when my father called to say that he'd
share the driving with me if I wanted to go by car. We discussed it for
awhile, and I called Busch gardens to verify what would happen if I didn't
work Friday night (til 2 am the next day) and Saturday night. They said I'd
lose my bonus, and risk losing my job during a disciplinary evaluation of
the situation because I needed to be at work those nights.
So, I quit Busch Gardens, sheerly on the principle of the whole thing, and
left for Houston on Saturday. I returned on Tuesday to find that although
I'd cleared the time-off with my day job, I hadn't requested paid time off.
So it cost me, including gas, hotels, missed revenue, etc. $600, which I was
forced to recoup through skeleton sales. I was able to recoup my losses,
but it meant that I was REALLY losing money that was supposed to be earned
for the wedding. Of course the wages I was going to get from Howl-o-scream,
for the season, and the bonus, would have been approximately $800 total
Then, unexpectedly, during a move to downsize, Kristin was laid off from her
job. That means that our primary breadwinner would no longer winning bread.
Kristin hopes that the 5 weeks pay she'll be receiving, and with both of
us selling things on EBay, she'll be able to go back to school to take up a
job in the forensics profession. Although I'm making fairly good wages, and
we can survive on that in the interim, it won't be easy, and so the Vegas
trip inevitably moves farther away.
COBRA (continuation of healthcare benefits when you leave your job) would
cost us $500 - $600 a month to keep Kristin and Jordan insured. Jordan
needs to stay insured, in-order to secure his current placement in a speech
therapy class that's "treating" him for communication skill issues. If his
Insurance lapses, he loses his spot. I firmly believe that his quality of
life would suffer for it. It's not just a speech thing, it's a processing
thing, and this was the time in his life to try and fix it, because without
it, he really can't learn much more.
Therefore, we need to continue medical coverage until Kris can get another
job and be covered again. Unfortunately it means that even if she started a
new job tomorrow, we'd need to keep it up for 3 months before she'd be
eligible for a new health plan. My wages aren't THAT good.
Kristin has tried to get government-paid medical insurance for him in the
past, but apparently she made too much money the previous year to be
eligible for it, despite being between jobs at the time she filed for it.
That of course, seems assinine, considering that she was unable to pay for
the following year's medical insurance at that time, so why should that even
factor into the equation. At that time, I wasn't even in the picture, so as
far as the government was aware, a single parent was jobless, with a child,
and wanted to ensure that if anything should happen to the child, she should
be able to afford basic medical treatment. Not only that, but the child
cannot be in the school system WITHOUT insurance.
There's an odd one for you.. no school admission without insurance, yet
schooling is mandatory, so I presume home-schooling is the only option
available to a single parent. Then a parent must somehow bring-in money to
live on while staying at home with her child, all because she had a decent
job the previous year?
So, three nights ago, I lay there in bed and thought through our options.
I thought perhaps I could get Kristin onto my insurance as a "life-partner"
which is the official term for homosexuals that are unable to marry each
other. Some life-partners are able to give each other medical coverage. If
I could call her my life-partner, despite being of the opposite sex, I
thought I could get her and Jordan onto my plan. If that didn't work, we'd
have to get married to get them on my plan.
I thought about it, and thought about it, and realized that, short of
winning the lottery, those were our only available options in-order to keep
Jordan where he really needs to be.
I nudged Kristin on the bed, and said, "well.. I'm going to have to talk to
my boss about it and say, 'I either need to get Kristin on my medical plan,
effective next month, or I'll need to leave work early sometime next week to
go get married at the courthouse."
Well...the life-partner thing didn't work, so...yesterday we filed for a
marriage certificate, and Tuesday (the day after my birthday, and two days
before halloween), we're getting married.
Oddly, as we sat there at the courthouse, we were required to read a small
booklet with "produced at a cost of $.13 per booklet" clearly stated on the
back. It also said that the state of Florida CARES SOO Much about marriage
and children, and suchlike, and that this is why this booklet is freely
provided to us for our information, to explain the laws governing marriage
and children, and divorce. They cared SOO much, that the front cover of the
booklet stated that we were required to return the booklet to the front desk
immediately, and that it was not to leave the building.
I had a warm feeling deep inside from all that caring that the State had for
us. We pay taxes and suchlike, but apparently since we are ABLE to pay
taxes, we were unable to secure insurance funding that would allow us to get
married at our pace, in the manner of our choosing. Understand, of course,
that this funding may not have cost the state a single penny during the 3,
or so, months it would be needed, but since we had actually contributed to
the funds the previous year, we were ineligible for them, JUST in case
something happens that DOES require us to draw upon them. I suppose they
figured that we should just go ahead and suffer.
The "wedding" such as it is, will consist of the receptionist at my office
(a notary public) speaking the magical phrase in-front of a crowd of 4 other
office workers I've known for about 8 months, and Kristin hasn't met at all.
It also looks as though Kristin's mother will attend, but it's not known yet
if my parents will be able to be there. This will happen shortly after my
work shift ends, and following that, we go get Jordan and head to our
Reception: A meal with the parents, and then head back to the house that
evening (with Jordan in tow) for our Honeymoon.
The next day will be business as usual for all concerned, and life goes on.
We can't even postpone this until Friday, because that would be Novemberthe
1st, which means that Jordan's insurance would lapse. So we have to take
what we can get, and run with it.
Vegas isn't out of the question, and we're still hoping to get there for a
vow renewal that we'll call our actual wedding, but the date effortlessly
glides further back as Kristin enters school, and I also lose $100 a week in
medical insurance coverage.
Somehow, through this we're still happy. I try not to dwell on the negative
aspects, but really it IS sort of sad when you consider how, as a child, and
right up to a week ago, we've both had what seemed to be realistic
impressions of how wonderful our wedding would be, etc.. Now we won't have
all that, but at the heart of the matter sit's the foundation on which all
of this is set: I love Kristin and her son, and she loves me. We make a
complimentary team with even what threatens to become a knock-down-drag-out
fight for us. There's nothing we haven't been able to resolve through a
simple hug and a bit of revealed insight for each of us.
Getting married is just that; getting married. It doesn't matter HOW you
decide to show that you're beginning a lifelong trip with someone, what
matters is the trip itself, and the fact that you are indeed, planning to do
just that. That's all we need, and that's a good thing, because it's all
we're getting (for now), since we were able to pay our taxes last year.
It's funny how all of this has really kinda' revitalized our relationship.
We call each other all the time now, just to hear the other one talk, and
try out the "Mrs. Kristin Scott" name she'll be using soon. We get all
silly, and giggly when we talk about the fact that we'll be married in a few
short days, like a couple of schoolkids. I suppose that's what the phrase:
"like a newlywed" is all about.
OK, here's the update.
After I wrote the Dementia, my receptionist managed to find a healthcare
plan that would cover both Kristin and Jordan for a FOURTH of the cost it
would be if they had joined my plan.
I met that information with mixed feelings. I'd sort of found the silver
lining to my cloud by then, and certainly looked forward to getting married
to Kristin in a few days, regardless of the situation.
Now, here was a way out of the situation, but was it what I wanted?
I thought about, kinda' torn: on the one hand, it would mean that we could
still get married in Vegas as we orignally planned. On the other hand, it
meant pushing away something that I'd really been looking forward to for
awhile now. It was so close now, I could taste it.
I'd already realized that I didn't want the marriage for the wedding's sake,
and then I recognized that my concern was primarily towards making this
something that Kris will always remember fondly, rather than some kind of
utilitarian event. My problem was never with the concept of marrying her
earlier than expected, it had been about the fact that I wanted to marry her
on her terms, rather than the terms laid out for us by expediency and
convenience.
Then I sort of stopped, and realized that this wasn't really my decision,
well, not mine alone at least. I didn't want to do it over the phone with
Kris, because I was worried about how it would sound to her. You know,
kinda' like: "Whew! guess what, we don't have to get married now!" How
awful would that be to hear? No matter how I approached it, I'd have to
pass that buoy, so I figured my overall intentions would be much clearer in
person.
As expected, when I told her what I'd discovered, she met it with a face
that worried me. I explained immediately that this wasn't a move to dodge a
perceived bullet or anything, it was merely that if she wanted to have the
Vegas wedding in it's original form, we still could.
We talked a bit further, and I explained that I wanted her to marry me on
her terms, and whatever she wanted to do would be the way we'd handle this
new bit of news. I also went on to say that perhaps we should get the
insurance through the offer that my receptionist had uncovered, but still
get married in two days, OR get married in a couple of weeks from now, to
arrange things better.
Kris looked at me with eyes that will forever be etched in my memory, and
said, " Honey, I love you, and I want to get married now, rather than
later." We embraced, and then I said.. "You know.. the image of you by that
window, saying you want to get married now, is gonna' last forever, the way
the sunlight's playing through the blinds, and everything.. I sure am glad
you cut your hair the other day, that new style really suits you. At least
the image I'm keeping is a good one."
That broke the spell, and we laughed a bit, neither of us mentioning the
water in our eyes as we hugged each other.
Now, the question is.. is my workplace really an appropriate venue? it seems
a bit irreverent around there. Or should we arrange a quick beach wedding,
OR should we keep it a legality in the courtroom, to preserve the importance
of the Vegas trip. My receptionist gave me her home number, and said she'd
be happy to officiate wherever, and however we wanted to do it.
I feel much better about facing it now that it's on our own terms again, and
was very pleased to hear Kristin declare that we'd go ahead with the
marriage, despite the change of events. When she told me she wanted to go
ahead, I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath until I let it out, and
the big smile I gave her was about as heartfelt as they come.
Strange how you learn things about yourself. It's odd when you suddenly
realize that you've been taking your own feelings for granted. This was
what I wanted all along, I just hadn't completely realized it yet. I was so
concerned about her that I had lost track of my own emotional investment in
this. I REALLY wanted this to happen, but I was pushing away my gut
instincts.
So once again...Las Vegas, here we come. I can see that this trip is gonna'
be as worthwhile, as it is incredible.
I'll keep you posted, with pictures whenever possible. If I can pull it
off, I'll try and re-stage a picture of her by that window. It's too bad
I'm no artist, because I can only imagine how wonderful a painting that
would be.
I'm going to get dressed-up for the small wedding, just wait til you see me
in my father's black custom-tailored pin-striped suit... Kris hasn't seen it
yet, but I look like I own a bank, or two. It turns out that I'm the same
size at 30 (31 on Monday) that my dad was at 36, except my underarms are
slightly broader. Odd thing is.. I don't remember him actually wearing the
suit, but I think I remember the specific trip to England when he bought it.
Strange to think that in a weird sort of time travelling sense, I've
caught up to the towering father I met as a child.
Makes me wonder what kind of impression I'm making on Jordan, my
soon-to-be-step-son/later-to-be-adopted-son. Will he too, one day, wear my
suit with pride while gazing at the beautiful one he wants to spend the rest
of his life with? Or will he be too damn big for it? (The kid's gonna' be a
monster!)
But I guess that's a Dementia for another time, lemme' go get married first!
--Michael
Michael Scott and Kristin Wilgus were married Tuesday, October 29, 2002. We here at Nolan's Pop Culture Review wish Mike and Kristin all the very best and hope they accomplish all their objectives without any more delay and suffering.
(If it's any help, I think I know where I can get an Elvis impersonator cheap!) They deserve so much better than what fate has given them up to now.
Readers: I received the following update just a few days after the previous story reached me.---Nolan
Michael---soon as you're done with your honeymoon, and this current soft, romantic, and introspective phase of your life subsides a little, I'll be expecting some really sick, twisted-ass Dementias to start coming in here again, written by the same sick, twisted-ass psycho I've known and loved all these years!
However, in case that takes longer than anticipated, know this:
The creaking, noisy door to the asylum will always remain open for you, my boy.---Nolan
"Deadguy's Dementia" is ©2002 by Mike "Deadguy" Scott. Webpage design by Nolan B. Canova. The "Deadguy's Dementia" header graphic and background tile are creations of Mike Scott. All contents of Nolan's Pop Culture Review are ©2002 by Nolan B. Canova.