Things I have to do
So I got the word yesterday. The chance that I might have a job at my place (fewer hours, a cut in pay) is gone. The decision is to hire for a five-hour position with no benefits and also to cut my erstwhile coworkers' hours. I don't know what will happen when they have more than six babies at the beginning of the day. But it's not my job to worry about it anymore.
I have an application to get in today for another job halfway across town (no option to walk to work: well, I could, but it's a forty-minute walk and opening, and I really doubt I'm going to leave the house at six-thirty. Well, I could. Maybe. But I won't count on it, because I know myself). There are attractive things about the job though. It deals with a similar community to the one I've been working with, so the sense of mission is there. It seems to have steadier funding than my current job, so maybe I will finally get to have a job that lasts. The posting was a month old, but it happens that it's still open just for this week!
I decided I can't keep paying six hundred dollars a month for health insurance so I'm going to let the COBRA go. So I called the doctor and said I was losing my insurance and what could I do to lower my medicine costs? And he said: stop the trilipix and the benicar: the simvastatin alone might do the trick, and I could take something called losartan instead of the benicar. Everything else, he said, is necessary, and already as inexpensive as it's going to get. Because of the mandated cut in simvastatin dose my last refill will last two months, so that's good. Also I have more motivation to be conscientious about diet and exercise (this making the forty minute walk at six-thirty in the morning and four in the afternoon more attractive: a part of it would be along the levee, which is nice).
I have to arrange to get the house in shape to get a roommate. I've been saying this for two and a half years, but it's really hard to face, for a number of reasons, one of which is, honestly, shyness: it's hard when I imagine getting a stranger in here and pissing them off with my spacy personality, or even worse, getting an acquaintance in here and pissing them off.
I have to look for more expenses to cut. There aren't many. I had started spending a bit more freely this year, on the grounds that it looked like I had an adequate and permanent job, but "spending freely" means very little in my case. I really don't spend much money.
The good news is Emma set a trap last night and there was no rat and the bait was still there this morning. Maybe we got them all. It's hard to believe, what with there being a whole lagoon out there for the rats to come from.
I have an application to get in today for another job halfway across town (no option to walk to work: well, I could, but it's a forty-minute walk and opening, and I really doubt I'm going to leave the house at six-thirty. Well, I could. Maybe. But I won't count on it, because I know myself). There are attractive things about the job though. It deals with a similar community to the one I've been working with, so the sense of mission is there. It seems to have steadier funding than my current job, so maybe I will finally get to have a job that lasts. The posting was a month old, but it happens that it's still open just for this week!
I decided I can't keep paying six hundred dollars a month for health insurance so I'm going to let the COBRA go. So I called the doctor and said I was losing my insurance and what could I do to lower my medicine costs? And he said: stop the trilipix and the benicar: the simvastatin alone might do the trick, and I could take something called losartan instead of the benicar. Everything else, he said, is necessary, and already as inexpensive as it's going to get. Because of the mandated cut in simvastatin dose my last refill will last two months, so that's good. Also I have more motivation to be conscientious about diet and exercise (this making the forty minute walk at six-thirty in the morning and four in the afternoon more attractive: a part of it would be along the levee, which is nice).
I have to arrange to get the house in shape to get a roommate. I've been saying this for two and a half years, but it's really hard to face, for a number of reasons, one of which is, honestly, shyness: it's hard when I imagine getting a stranger in here and pissing them off with my spacy personality, or even worse, getting an acquaintance in here and pissing them off.
I have to look for more expenses to cut. There aren't many. I had started spending a bit more freely this year, on the grounds that it looked like I had an adequate and permanent job, but "spending freely" means very little in my case. I really don't spend much money.
The good news is Emma set a trap last night and there was no rat and the bait was still there this morning. Maybe we got them all. It's hard to believe, what with there being a whole lagoon out there for the rats to come from.