adulting; orthocosm; health; *whimper*
Well, that was a little taste of Kafka.
Got a note last night from WA Health that they needed some tax documentation... in two weeks... or my policy was canceled.
Tried logging into my work's payroll site, with what I thought was my most recent password... and got locked out for too many attempts.
Still locked out, but managed to get the insurance worked out... after an hour on the phone... and being bumped to a non-free healthplan for the first time.
re: adulting; orthocosm; health; *whimper*
So basically, by working an extra ten hours a week, I'm going to be making maybe three hours a week worth more.
It's fine. Boss needs me, love the work, needed to up my stamina. It's fine. I keep reminding myself it's fine, and it actually kinda is.
But... ever have a series of crises, and afterwards, your inner control panel's warning lights are ALL blinking, and you've lost track of which alerts are outdated and which aren't? :worried_wide_eyes:
re: adulting; orthocosm; health; *whimper*
@zebratron2084 yes. oh, yes. oh HELL yeah. I explained the "it's raining shoes" concept to @frameacloud just yesterday, I think... you get to the point where you're flinching pre-emptively because you just know whatever's happening is going to be AUGH. yeah, cat for a while. *nodnod*
re: adulting; orthocosm; health; *whimper*
This is all normal adult stuff, and really, things are still going pretty good. Peg's still got that awesome job lead, my position at work seems REAL solid, and what I'm earning will probably carry me a lot further in NOLA than it does in Seattle. And my faith that Parallax has Non-Zero Commercial Potential is ever increasing (especially after Peg's last batch of Giant Space Woofer roughs =^____^= <3 <3 <3 ).
It's just... blargh. Cat. Wanna just cat.