Thursday, June 26, 2008

A Life of Loud Desperation

Well darlings, post-enslavement to the 9-5 workaday world, I find myself mired in all sorts of paperwork hell and not even able to pay my mortgage without the help of a credit card.

First, there's the paperwork nightmare that my unmployment claim became. I won't go into detail except to say I have had to fill out about 100 forms, am not getting any more money, and have to pay back a bunch because I turned down a job and was honest about it! (Ah yes, a job back at Geeksoft that would have made me rich and desperately unhappy. Now I am poor and desperate but not moderately happy, as much as a person can be happy anyway, when they are sinking under the weight of debt).

Then, because health insurance companies wouldn't be health insurance companies if they didn't try to SCREW you, there have been bureaucratic snafus galore with LIFEWISE, who, unbeknownst to me, cut off my health insurance due to an adminstrative error on my part and then nicely gave me a ONE-TIME REINSTATEMENT. I can only thank God I didn't get diagnosed with cancer during the time I was CUT OFF, UNBEKNOWNST TO ME, or that some other administrative error does not occur ever again so that I lose my health insurance altogether right when I do get diagnosed with cancer!

F*CKERS. If I had more than five pennies to my name, I would go after them with a lawyer (preferably a hot one with six-pack abs) but alas, I'll have to settle with sending in an "appeal" to a bunch of faceless underpaid unemployees who don't give a sh*t about anything except getting off their shift so they can stop dealing with BIG-TIME WHINERS like me.

Let's see if I can find something positive to say here. Oh but wait. I forgot to complain about my housing search and simultaneous search for a renter. That's been hell too, with all sorts of bad human behavior coming to the surface. I got two prospective tenants snatched away by a sleazy-ass landlord and nearly got $500 taken from me by a prospective landlord. All plans to move in July to the lovely townhouse in the Central District have ground to a halt for lack of someone to rent my house, meanwhile we've caused the landlord in the CD to have a nervous breakdown (not really our fault, but we can't help but feel guilty about it because we're nice people like that).

Finally! On the positive side! I'm marginally employed at the moment doing fun work that involves playing with new toys and writing about them. The dog gets to join me at the office, which is in lovely downtown Seattle, in a big loft with hardwoord floors, where we write reviews of Cabbage Patch kids (flexible but not floppy!), the Polly Pocket Ultimate Party boat (complete with personal watercraft!), and more. The dog and I don't get paid much for this (only the truly soul-sucking jobs pay a lot I've discovered, except maybe MOVIE STAR or ROCK STAR) but any money is better than the no money I've been making, and plus we feel like contributing members of society again. SO THERE.

Meanwhile, Dave and I took our inflatable dinghy kayak out for its first marine voyage last weekend and had the great pleasure of being followed by a seal named Emile for half an hour. Watch the video!


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey there, Rebecca -

Forst off, trust e on this - unless you are a strong and gifted and already whole personality, Rock Star is a soul-sucking profession. If it were not, then why would so many rock stars end up taking their lives through overdosing on their choice of self medication (be it booze, drugs, fast cars or lead poisoning from a bullet)?

Remember the socially responsible ones are the exception, not the rule.

Ditto with movie stars... after all how many complain about papparazzi, or have public melt downs, or believe they need to expose too much skin to be considered an artist rather than a performer? If the job wasn't soul sucking as well, why isn't Heath Ledger walking down the red carpet this week?

I also have a personal request. I'm a new blogger myself, and I'd appreciate a moment of your time visiting my blog and letting me know your honest critique. One thing I've learned is that you go to the experts when you need to lear - well, in thise, I'm definitely the noob, and you are a published author and well espected blog authority.

My blog is the same as my OpenID - theperfectmp.wordpress.com.

Thanks much in advance for your time... and I look forward to hearing your advice.

Sincerely,
Don Speirs

Anonymous said...

Oh, Sparkly, it warms my heart that there are people like myself out there struggling with finding the 'perfect creative career', unwilling to 'sellout' to the big guys, and just enjoying the great outdoors whenever possible!