Insurance woes. Of the health sort. Oh, I’m not complainin’ about my sky-high premiums or Obamacare or any of that nonsense. I’m just wrapping my head around the fact that I haven’t had any since August. I know a lot of people haven’t had health insurance for longer stretches of time, and I can’t imagine that kind of frustration.
What if I develop some sort of infection or trip over a broken sidewalk? I haven’t been running lately partly because I’m afraid of twisting a knee or ankle in the winter slush. The other reason is I have become extremely lazy. Truth. So I have been extremely cautious, stocking up on over-the-counter medication, washing my hands like a mad woman, and trying to steer clear of germy people.
Why no insurance? No FT job. Oh, don’t feel sorry for me at all. I did this to myself. Had to move myself cross country to one of the most highly competitive job atmospheres – away from a FT job with benefits. But why? Love, curiosity, adventure. To see if I could succeed.
And what has that cost me? Well, insurance for one. And a much smaller savings account. But honestly, I have gained quite a bit during this period of instability. I got out of my comfort zone, found that I can stand on my own two feet, and took a real try at a substantial relationship. I’ve had to clip coupons, pare down my usual spending, and learn to do without. And budget, God, I really hated having to learn that. Relationships back home have had to be preserved by constant contact, a lot on my part. I can maneuver around the city on my own now, and have developed some street smarts – really, there has been a whole lot of good here.
While applying for a plethora of jobs during this time period, I have held positions bartending, babysitting, and freelance writing. Jobs that I have performed in the past and will continue to do (sans slinging drinks). Someone recently scolded me out for implying that these “menial” jobs were beneath me. That was some pretty laughable shit there. I have babysat since I was 13, and started working in customer service the year after. I have held part-time jobs every year since then. At times, it has been my only income (like right now), and am forever grateful to this kind of employment.
So I have finally landed a FT job, one with those oh-so coveted benefits. I’m excited to have a position in a creative field, one that I have a bit of experience in. I will miss spending mornings in my bathrobe, surfing the web for funny cat pictures – but am looking forward to the chance to try out my writing skills in NYC. Oh, and the whole benefits thing. I’m pretty excited about that too.
TTYL, party people.