Nothing to say.
I have nothing to say.
I guess that’s not entirely true. I mean, there’s stuff going on. But I’m also exhausted. Too tired to think about some of this stuff, and definitely too tired to type about it. You know how sometimes you just need to withdraw into yourself for a while? Yeah…that’s right now, I think.
I have a meeting tonight that may help to reduce my monthly mortgage payment by $200 or more. Keep your fingers crossed for me….
My “supervisor” just called me into her office and told me that, due to budget issues, my assignment here is due to end on Friday. It’s strange, but this is sort of depressing news. While I don’t enjoy “work”, I sort of was getting used to being here. I like the people, my job is easy, it’s close to home, and I love the flexibility of it. Now I have to make a decision….
I’m pretty certain that I need the paycheck right now. Business has been picking up, but I don’t think it’s picking up to the point where I can afford to not work, at least part time. Especially with the recent car repairs. I’ve been told that any other work that needs to be done here will definately go to me, but there’s no guarantee. My supervisor would like to try to work out the budget so I could at least come in a few days a week, but, again, no guarantee.
I can go to the temp agency and probably get another job very easily. I don’t know if it will have the same kind of flexibility that I have now, however. That’s the important part.
I guess I’ll have to contact the agency and see what they can do for me, and just take it from there…
I’m not sure “fun” is the word I’d use to describe most of these. Ugly is probably what I’d go for.
When I lived in Connecticut, I worked for a company called Advanced Lighting and Sound Solutions. There was a man, named Mark, who owned his own DJ business and who rented space in the ALSS shop. He came and went as he pleased, worked occasional gigs, did some other freelance work for ALSS and as a landscaper, and basically worked when he wanted to. I remember being very jealous of his lifestyle because he had the freedom to do what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it. He did not seem to have a tremendous amount of money, but he seemed happy, and he never seemed too concerned about it.
I just realized how much I’ve become like him. Perhaps not as much as I would have liked, but then, I have higher expenses than he did (CT is definitely cheaper, and he didn’t own a house and wasn’t married). But I have a job where I basically come and go as I please. I don’t take my work responsibilities too seriously because it simply isn’t that important, because I know I can always get another job. My outlook on life has become very similar to the way his was. I love this, because I love the freedom it allows me. I don’t want to have to be tied down and dependant upon a job. I want to make my own decisions and not the decisions I’m forced to make by my employer.
I guess I don’t need to be jealous, anymore. Thanks, Mark.
Isn’t love amazing? Isn’t it fascinating how it can continue to surprise you all the time?
It’s strange how much medical insurance has cost me.
Before I had health insurance, I paid nothing per month for it (obviously). Having not had it, I never went to the doctor, and therefore doctors visits cost me nothing (obviously). This brought my monthly grand total for health insurance and doctors visits to….nothing.
Now, Ali and I pay a monthly fee for medical insurance. Because we have this insurance, Ali feels that we should do things like see the doctor for physicals and get cholestoral checked, etc. When we do these things, our insurance pays for PART of it. So, in addition to the monthly payment for the insurance, we are now also paying the balance for the doctors visits. This brings our monthly grand total for health insurance and doctors visits to…significantly more than it was before.
Am I healthier now than I was before insurance? Not at all. Do I have less money? Definitely.
Yay! No “work” today! I have a gig in Mountainside today and I have to be there at 2:30, which means I have to leave at 1:00, which means no “work”! Yay!
Here is an actual interview with Ask Jeeves.
Conversation overheard at lunch
Good looking woman: So I said to him, “What? Do you want to bend me over the fax machine?”