Well, I'm back. Minnesota was lovely and wonderful. I got to see my only alumni, several of my old college friends and roommates, and spend a lot of time just catching up with my mom. It was a lovely week-long retreat. Upon return, of course, I'm now in the midst of my semi-annual financial freak-out, when I realize how little money I'm making and wonder how I'll make ends meet. I can't afford health insurance. I have to leave the place I'm living and looking at alternatives is driving me nuts as it's twice the price I'm paying now, for less (I had a very sweet deal here). Adding up my required monthly expenses (loans, bills, food and gas) leaves me hanging with no extra income at my current rate, and I'll be screwed if I can't find a second job when my hours drop this fall. Thus the freak-out. My mom has offered to help me out and pay for health insurance, and I'll take her up on it because I do need insurance, but I hate doing it. I was financially independent. I was proud of that. Screw this economy and this sh*tty career path and my inability to come up with any other.
Despite all this I ordered Bones season 3 for my birthday this weekend. I only treat myself twice a year; I'm allowed. Cannot wait cannot wait cannot waaaaaiiiit. *L* I'm such a silly fangirl.
Despite all this I ordered Bones season 3 for my birthday this weekend. I only treat myself twice a year; I'm allowed. Cannot wait cannot wait cannot waaaaaiiiit. *L* I'm such a silly fangirl.