I had my high school transcript sent off, the last piece of my college application. So, now I’m just playing the waiting game on my acceptance letter. It shouldn’t be a problem, I’m at least a solid .5 over the required grade point average and I have 65 credits under my belt. (Thanks in part to a whishy-washy life plan as a teenager/twenty-something. I want to be a pediatric oncologist, I want to be an artist, I want to be a teacher, I want to be a linguist…) Thankfully, I finally settled on a career. After a pretty successful career in a field I never went to school for.
I actually enjoy my job when working for the right people. The right people, usually say, “Wow, that’s amazing! Thank you so much for your help. You are really fast.” The wrong people say, “Hmm. I was really thinking that should be blue, and could we use red for us, and I‘d like it if we used different fonts and each line color to be different. No, that’s not the color blue I was thinking. Nope, that one’s not right either.” So the result, if done their way would look like confusing rainbow vomit. I work for the said Wrong People. And the weird thing is, it’s not a free-for-all there. I have very specific lists of constraints that everything must follow. So I can’t just change it to rainbow vomit, it has to meet our criteria. I used to just have to fight with the authors, now I have to fight with my own team. If it looks like crap and I don’t follow procedure I’m in trouble. I’m done fighting. I’m tired of being on-call 24 hours a day 7 days a week. And that is my life and has been for the last, I’ll say, 10 years. The first 3 in my career were at places that had more belief in providing a work/home life balance.
My new potential clients are the ones who love my work and are grateful for it. I know it won’t be that way with everything, but they actually have personalities too and don’t just want to fight you because they are trying to assert their dominance. And the fact that I would only have to work 11 weeks out of the year to pay for school and cost of living, means I could recover from such assholes, whenever I liked. Basically, 1 day a week from whatever location my heart desires! And it could be used to supplement my income when I become a teacher. So I truly hope that works out, because I do not want to spend the next 2 years throwing away fruit all night. Although, the stress level there seems like a dream to me!
I am moving home with my mommy at the young age of 34, it will be 35 when I get around to it. My mom now has plans to finish off the basement into a two bedroom apartment, so she won’t have dog hair all over her house! LOL Hey, Whatever floats your boat! I’ll take a 2 bedroom apartment with my own entrance. If she does that I will pay the construction loan as my rent, which will increase her property value for her, so win-win. Most of the work would be done by my uncles and with a little buttering up from me all the electrical work would be done by my pops. She bought all the framing lumber and bathroom fixtures when she bought the house, so the cost wouldn’t be nearly as high, as if she was starting with nothing. And the free labor will cut down on costs as well. But that will take a year I’m guessing, so I’ll be sleeping upstairs with the dog until then.
The real reason for moving home is operation baby. As we all know, I’m not getting any younger. Neither are you, to tell you the truth. I want to have a child and I have about 5 years to get that done, before the body says, Nah. I’ve figured out the math and I can go home, have a baby and realign my career all at the same time. My mom says she will watch the baby while I work at night, which won’t be necessary if the free-lance job works out. If it doesn’t Wal-mart gives me 10% off on baby diapers. I’ve priced out insurance for me and baby. I’ve priced paying for school and with loans and scholarships. All the lines are checked, but I’m still nervous, that I forgot something huge. I used one of those baby calculator things and input the cost of daycare (which would be needed while I went to school 2 or 3 days a week, but I’d have to pay for the whole week.) and the cost of diapers and all that jazz. It all works. But I’m still nervous.
Then there still lies the decision of how. My ex, who I now refer to as the Future Baby Daddy is out there too. If I went that route, things would be super manageable. Child support and all that jazz and who knows, maybe his mom would want to watch the baby for a couple hours 3 times a week and then I wouldn’t have a thousand dollar daycare bill every month! He would make a really good Dad, but that means I’m tied to him for the rest of my life. I even entertained the idea of a paper marriage to cut down on expenses further. I don’t want to live with him or date him for that matter! But have a kid with and be married on paper doesn’t sound bad. Break on taxes and insurance and we would all have the same last name. But I would still live at my moms and all that jazz and date other people. LMAO Doesn’t that sound conventional!
Then I think, No, I don’t want to be tied to someone I don’t love for the rest of my life. What if that means I have to sign an agreement that says I will never move and take his child more than 60 miles away from him. My Dad did that to my mom and my ex did that to his ex. I don’t know that I want to live in that small town for the rest of my life, especially if that means I will be known as the mother of his kids. He has a notable position and I think that may make me untouchable in that town on the dating front. I don’t know.
Luckily, I don’t have to figure that part out just yet. The only way I can get maternity care as an individual and not through an employer is to buy it as an add-on from an outside company. They specify that you cannot get pregnant for 6 months after your coverage starts. Which seems like the largest pile of bull shit I have ever heard. I have to pay you every month for 6 months for something, I am NOT allowed to use! I can understand if it were something different like 1 month, because they wanted to make sure it wasn’t a pre-existing condition, but 6 months, really? My clock is ticking here, people and 6 months of paying you for nothing seems like something that should be illegal! So the bottom line is I have time. Maybe ObamaCare will give me better maternity coverage and for a cheaper cost. But either way, that’s 2014.
So, I had my second laser lipo appointment yesterday. I lost about an inch, they claim more, but its all a bunch of crap, because they measure your waist on three lines and inch apart. Um, that’s not how things work. Your pants go by one line. So, my loss was above average anyway. About twice as much. And I lost two pounds on the gym scale. I hate those antiquated beasts of misery. Why don’t they switch to digital, pushing that little bar back and forth trying to find the balance is annoying and they always weigh you more then you weigh. How do they even calibrate them to make sure something hasn’t slipped? Anyway, here are the pictures. All 3 this time. This has to be the most embarrassing thing I have ever done, but Hey, It seems to be working!
Oh and I’m 10 weeks without smoking!