Okay so, when we left our heroine (me not the drug), she was worried about her job, worried about her health, terrified of not having enough shiny rocks to pay for all the cat toys required by her feline overlords, and thinking of going back to school. Here’s what happened in roughly chronological order:
We had a great time on our Space Themed Vacation. It took 16 hours to drive through traffic from Nashville to Daytona Beach, but we made it. We did make a stop though.
The next morning we were up with the sun to go to NASA.
We didn’t linger over the sunrise long because the Space Port awaited us!
We went to Jackie Robinson Field and saw the Cincinnati Reds farm team play. It was a beautiful old stadium and luckily the hurricane that followed a couple of days after we left didn’t cause as much damage as they thought it would.
We saw an Atlanta Braves game in their new stadium. I waited in line for 4 innings for an ice cream. I was not impressed.
We drove home then a week later, we drove to Cleveland. Back in March, I decided it would be fun to see an Indians game. The season hadn’t started yet and while they’d been to the World Series recently, their VIP Club tickets were only $55 each! Our outfield seats at a Reds games cost more than that! Baltimore was playing and Ron was an Orioles fan. It was a bit awkward after paying for a week long vacation, but we thought it would be fun and we could squeeze in a visit to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
Then the baseball season started. May turned to June. June turned to July. August was well it was right there after July. By September, Cleveland Indians tickets were hundreds (note the s at the end) for the tickets so high up they offered oxygen tanks to fans. Which game did we see? The one they broke the record for the most games won in a row in a single season. I had a video, but alas WordPress free sites don’t have video support.
I’m going to fast forward a bit in my story telling at this point because no one wants to hear what else we did on our summer vacation. That was the end of summer anyway so you aren’t missing much.
I got back to work after going hoarse singing repeated renditions of “Cleveland Rocks”. I finished up that pesky audit non-profit organizations are forced to complete every year. As predicted, as soon as my usefulness for that task ended, so did my job. They gave me the option of staying an employee at half my hours which would make me ineligible to receive unemployment benefits. They gave me until November 1 at full time. Yeah, no.
A friend told me about a site where there were all kinds of jobs listed. I also called Elwood Staffing (if you’ve been playing the home game, these are the people who oops forgot to move my health insurance to their new company and didn’t seem to be in a big hurry to get it done until I threatened to sue them after a couple of ER visits weren’t covered). I updated my info and reminded them I’m litigious. No jobs were forthcoming from that angle. Turns out that site my friend told me about was all I needed.
I got the first job I applied for there. Not only did I get the first job I applied for, I got the job of my dreams. No, I’m not a writer typing away in my home office/guest room. I’m a bookkeeper in my home office/no longer a guest room! I got a job with a company that is 100% virtual doing the job I’m good at. I have health benefits! I get paid more! I work in pajama bottoms and fuzzy slippers Every. Single. Day. I have to wear nice shirts because I have a lot of meetings that are in virtual conference rooms with cameras, but everyone else in those virtual meetings are also in nice shirts, pajama bottoms, and fuzzy slippers! Hell they even sent me a pair of fuzzy slippers with the company logo on them to wear to work!
It wasn’t the easiest job to get, but I got it 2 weeks after finding out my old job was no longer an option. I squeezed in every single doctor’s visit and filled every single prescription then put in my two weeks notice. I was scared and I had lost some of my confidence because I’d never been laid off before, but off I went two weeks before my November 1 deadline.
I stopped commuting in mid October. By mid November, I wasn’t dizzy anymore so didn’t need those meds anymore. My joints stopped swelling so I didn’t need those meds anymore either. I was still crazy so I kept those meds and Fibromyalgia doesn’t turn loose once it has you, but one by one almost all the other health issues I was suffering from slowly faded away. I was literally allergic to my last job. I don’t mean literally in the popular culture definition, but Merriam-Webster, Funk & Wagnall love child definition of literally. My office made me so sick I met my maximum out of pocket in April last year. Literally allergic to my job. I am lucky to have left before I got any worse.
My new medical insurance went into effect on January 1. I was getting all cocky thinking I would barely go to the silly old doctor now that I’d chucked my walking cane in the closet. January 28, I thought I had a super weird strain of the stomach flu. I was sort of pukey and had some pain in my stomach that would have meant singing the Pepto Bismo commercial any other case of the stomach flu. I realized about 9pm that maybe I didn’t have the stomach flu. I went to the hospital. After pumping me full of morphine, that hospital put me in an ambulance and took me to another hospital where they took out my appendix. Thank you, new job and new medical insurance. Couldn’t have done it without you.
I’m still not writing except for this little missive here. I tried NaNoWriMo, but with the aforementioned confidence destruction and learning a new job I didn’t get far. My husband made me an editor at his site which led me here after fixing a post of his.
I spend 9-10 hours a day sitting in my office on the computer so when I’m done with work, I tend to shut everything down. I don’t even check Facebook anymore. I know! The horror! Still, maybe there’s hope for me yet. Tax season is over for my job tax work and I finished my parents return today and my son’s last week.
Don’t tell anyone else in my family or Tax Season II: The Wrath of Oscar Meyer will start with me sitting at peoples’ kitchen tables typing in more W2s than you can shake a stick at.
For free because that’s what families are for, right? No. No I don’t think so. Kim? Who’s Kim? My name is Esmerelda. I am a professional cat walker. Taxes? What are those? Parlez-vous Francais?