lickity split

i hate posting blogs without pictures. it's like when you were a kid and you had to stop reading illustrated paperbacks and start reading "young adult" literature...yeah. but anyway it's been awhile if anyone cares. this past week has been a whirl-fucking-wind! started the new job, turns out my commute to the burbs is shorter than my <5 mile commute to my previous job. fantastic! you still couldn't pay me to live out there though-
took on a contract side project thing where i'm sewing. that was a mistake. the bankroll turned out to be worth it in the end however. my hands turned yellow from whatever shit was coating that fabric, that i turned into 22 foot panels ps- i didn't leave my house most of the weekend, and missed out on the first warm day of the year, buuuuut when it comes down to it, i'm just a whore for a buck. it does mean that i get to go out drinking tonight. yay!
my puppy has been amaaaaaayyyyyzing through all of this mess. i can't believe she hasn't eaten the couch yet. i've been a bad puppy mama and would totally deserve it.
argh, this is boring.
oh, fun stuff. so this is my first venture into the corporate world and i'm learning things the hard way as usual. the thing that totally blows my mind is how every dude looks the same. most of the ladies do too. i introduced myself to a handful of people this week that i apparently have already met...yeesh! gimme a break, you all wear chinos, polos and have flipped up hair in the front. it's like a semi-grown up frat house for christ's sake! i usually could care less but crapola do i feel like an outsider.
oh, another outsider situation today reminded me that i HATE co-ops. let me clarify, i hate co-op customers! stopped into my neighborhood one today and received the fucking dirtiest looks EVER! I'M SO GODDAMNED SORRY THAT I HAVE FABULOUS KNEE HIGH LEATHER BOOTS ON AND COLORFUL CLOTHES THAT WERE PROBABLY MADE BY 4 YEAR OLDS IN CHINA, but, at least i don't smell like a head shop and my hair doesn't look like a rat nest (today anyway). stupid hippies.
ok, it's a start right? gotta run or c-man will be sitting at the bar by himself and then i'm gonna hear about it-

Wanna get hitched?

so i accepted the job offer, which is exhilarating, but now i am madly racing through my work days trying to tie up all loose ends, make procedure sheets up the ass for whatever poor sap replaces me, and just plain spinning, while sick. it's fun. however, i was so freaking giddy about the new job, the new environment, the new prospective opportunities, and of course, the new paycheck, that in my optimistic little mind, i completely forgot that shit will go wrong. case in point, health care. the new job is freelance which means no benie-benefits. that's fine and all but i have type-1 diabetes!

oh shit! my prescriptions cost $800/month without insurance, there are no generic versions available, and I HAVE TO TAKE THEM TO SURVIVE! if i have to go to the doctor, which i'm supposed to every 4 months at least, it's gonna cost me $860 without insurance! sooooo, option one, sign up on a private insurance right? WRONG! i have a pre-existing condition and can not be covered. Hmmm, ok, well what about all of those state-sponsored programs right? WRONG! 1-I make to much to be covered on most of them, and the ones I could qualify for are bunk! you know why? because, i have a pre-existing condition, as previously stated, and i would have to pay the premium ($156-$250/month) for 6 months before they would cover any of my diabetes related expenses...yeah. so my only options are as follows: get a different job (as the insurance agent so bluntly emailed me), get a part-time job at starbucks (her idea also, apparently they give benefits to anyone), or sign up on a cobra plan through my current job. I guess that's what's going to happen even though it's about $500 a month... so unless anyone wants to marry me and share their health care, i might just start working the corner to come up with the extra $500 a month i need to literally, survive. if you see me in gold lame leggings and a mesh belly shirt, slip me a 5 spot, or something. puh-leeze!!!
the thing that sucks most of all, is the reason i went for this new job is because the pay would be fantastic and at my current job, if i had decided to stay, i would need to get another part time job just to pay the bills. now with my new fabulous job i'm going to have to do the same thing. it kind of feels like i'm just digging myself into this hole.
ps-europe is starting to look mighty fine...

HOLY CRAP BARF!

oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god....
i just got hired for a position i interviewed for last friday!!! the new life is actually going to happen! i'm in disbelief, i'm in shock, i want to do a shot of jag and sniff some blow of a hookers ass! well, not really, that's all behind me, maybe i'll just snort some pixie stix dust or something.
ohhhh babies, this is soooo fantastic! you have no idea! the past two days have been horrendous!!! mood swings, crazy fits, but now, oh now, all of that is in the past. my new place of employment even has a gym inside. i'm gonna be soo much hotter than i am already!
ok, i'm elated right now and need to stop, but for the record, you can start referring to me as MoneyBags. uh!