After 8 months, my insurance has finally been cancelled.
I've been coasting on it since leaving my job last October. Truth be told, it should have been cancelled then, but it wasn't.
Anyway, I've been looking at/for insurance lately...(because after a year of having this blog I finally "get it" that I need insurance.)
With looking for insurance comes looking for a job that offers insurance. Yeah, none of my GA-zillion jobs offers health insurance. Anyway, many of the jobs I'm looking at offers the basic health, dental, and life insurance, but a couple offered AD&D.
AD&D is Accidental Death & Dismemberment. Did you know that?
Anyway, my curiosity was triggered and found out that there is renter's insurance, landlord's insurance, travel insurance, travel health insurance, pet insurance and self -funded health care insurance .
There should be unemployment insurance for people with bipolar disorder;where a portion ofour earnings go toward days like this. But then again people without the disorder will simply call that savings.
Just sharing. Haven't found a job with insurance yet. Still looking.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Ascribed Meaning
I've always kept/ saved things; things that I then ascribe meaning to.
Like what?
1. An airplane toothpick from my first flight
2. The words to my 8th grade class song
3. My first belly button ring
4. 86+ stuffed animals (each with a name)
5. EVERY movie ticket
6. Newspapers from each birthday
I don't know why I keep them, but I do know that I HATE for them to be touched or to be lost. They become a part of me to the extent that it's hard to part with them.
So, I've been thinking about a tattoo a lot lately.
Why? It's permanent and the ultimate momento. Still, after 13 years of thinking about a tattoo, I've finally decided where I'd want it - my wrist.
The dilemma is now the what. What do I put?
I originally wanted to have the word "Selah". It's pretty and I love the meaning of it.
Then I thought about my husband's name. He is without a doubt the most significant person in my life. I'd place his name, but he won't let me. Yeah, a tattoo is very permanent. It's not like body jewelry; it's forever. Well, maybe that's what I want; it's something that will have meaning, and something that can never be taken away from me or lost in a hurricane.
You know what? This ascribed meaning stuff is probably about control.
Hmmmmm.
Each time I stop blogging, I soon learn how important it is for me.
Like what?
1. An airplane toothpick from my first flight
2. The words to my 8th grade class song
3. My first belly button ring
4. 86+ stuffed animals (each with a name)
5. EVERY movie ticket
6. Newspapers from each birthday
I don't know why I keep them, but I do know that I HATE for them to be touched or to be lost. They become a part of me to the extent that it's hard to part with them.
So, I've been thinking about a tattoo a lot lately.
Why? It's permanent and the ultimate momento. Still, after 13 years of thinking about a tattoo, I've finally decided where I'd want it - my wrist.
The dilemma is now the what. What do I put?
I originally wanted to have the word "Selah". It's pretty and I love the meaning of it.
Then I thought about my husband's name. He is without a doubt the most significant person in my life. I'd place his name, but he won't let me. Yeah, a tattoo is very permanent. It's not like body jewelry; it's forever. Well, maybe that's what I want; it's something that will have meaning, and something that can never be taken away from me or lost in a hurricane.
You know what? This ascribed meaning stuff is probably about control.
Hmmmmm.
Each time I stop blogging, I soon learn how important it is for me.
Who Am I?
I had a brief chat with my bff about identity.
The question was "who am I?" Well, not me, but her. But while we were on her, I figured I'd pose the question to me.
Who am me? LMBO!
I dunno. Real talk.
With the emergence of new "memories" (more on that later) during therapy, I have no damn clue who I am. The why is multifaceted.
One why is that I lived my early years in the spotlight - TV, radio, modeling, acting. The entertainment industry is a farce. The only way to be "in" is to accept that you will be lied to and you will be required to lie to others. Live a lie ling enough and you soon believe the lie. Yeah, that's me.
Another "why" is that after I left the entertainment industry I tried to prolong the lie; it didn't work.
I have no idea where I was going with this post.
Hmmmm, well, I'm trying to find me. If you run into her, please send her home :-)
The question was "who am I?" Well, not me, but her. But while we were on her, I figured I'd pose the question to me.
Who am me? LMBO!
I dunno. Real talk.
With the emergence of new "memories" (more on that later) during therapy, I have no damn clue who I am. The why is multifaceted.
One why is that I lived my early years in the spotlight - TV, radio, modeling, acting. The entertainment industry is a farce. The only way to be "in" is to accept that you will be lied to and you will be required to lie to others. Live a lie ling enough and you soon believe the lie. Yeah, that's me.
Another "why" is that after I left the entertainment industry I tried to prolong the lie; it didn't work.
I have no idea where I was going with this post.
Hmmmm, well, I'm trying to find me. If you run into her, please send her home :-)
Inner Gypsie
I've lived in several states in my life, and in several places within each state.
In 2006, my credit report listed 30 residences! Yeah, I know. As much as I would like to say that they are all due to my love of travel or to jobs, they're not. I have perfected "fight or flight". I runaway. When things aren't great where I am, I move, and keep moving.
So, lately, I've been thinking about moving again. Where to? I don't know. Not sure. If I stay in America I was thinking Tennessee or North Carolina. If International, Italy for sure.
Not making any sudden moves right now, but I'm ready for whenever - Uhaul is around the corner and my passport is still valid, too.
In 2006, my credit report listed 30 residences! Yeah, I know. As much as I would like to say that they are all due to my love of travel or to jobs, they're not. I have perfected "fight or flight". I runaway. When things aren't great where I am, I move, and keep moving.
So, lately, I've been thinking about moving again. Where to? I don't know. Not sure. If I stay in America I was thinking Tennessee or North Carolina. If International, Italy for sure.
Not making any sudden moves right now, but I'm ready for whenever - Uhaul is around the corner and my passport is still valid, too.
Getting Caught Up
What hasn't been happening?I've seemingly had a GA-zillion jobs. In the last week I was averaging 16 hour work days between 3 jobs - gym, virtual assistant and restaurant (more on that later).
With the gym, I am a consultant. I go in, assess their trouble areas, and implement policy to fix them. I'm amazingly efficient when my head is right.
Anyway, they have LOTS of problems with their employees' performance and accountability, so in addition to micromanaging their staff, I implemented corporate performance management as well.
The owners can be terribly frustrating at times because they are so inefficient, but they like me and are willing to allow me to have whatever schedule I want as long I stay with them. So we'll see.
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