That horrible moment
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melliciousThat moment that I hate so much is about to arrive - the moment when I have to buckle down and start being responsible. I hate being responsible. I was born to be a dilettante. (But then, weren't we all?)
I have to find a job. I have to figure out if I know where my Social Security card is and who my old supervisors are and where, exactly, I'm really going to apply. I need to install Microsoft Office on the new computer and figure out what pieces of it I've gotten rusty on in the last few years. I need to call up the Benefits office at my old employer and find out how to switch my benefits over to spousal benefits from Rob. (Although Rob may be able to take care of a lot of that part himself.) I need to call the Center for Weight Management and find out what's going on with them.
Assuming that I won't be able to just walk in and find a job right away, or at least not a permanent, full-time one, I need to get our financial house in order. I need to cancel things that we don't use/don't really need - like Netflix, which we really haven't been using, and the dialup service I always kept as a backup in case cable went down. I also have to finish up my mother's estate, at long last. And I need to get the money from Mama's annuity, which is in a money-market account at an investment company with no local branches, and transfer it somewhere I can get my hands on it a little more easily. I need to attempt to figure out when and if I'm going to move some of that money to mutual funds.
I could go on, but I won't. I've had a lovely six-week vacation and it's over, and now I have to go back to the real world. But ugh. Times like this, I just want to crawl back into the womb.
I have to find a job. I have to figure out if I know where my Social Security card is and who my old supervisors are and where, exactly, I'm really going to apply. I need to install Microsoft Office on the new computer and figure out what pieces of it I've gotten rusty on in the last few years. I need to call up the Benefits office at my old employer and find out how to switch my benefits over to spousal benefits from Rob. (Although Rob may be able to take care of a lot of that part himself.) I need to call the Center for Weight Management and find out what's going on with them.
Assuming that I won't be able to just walk in and find a job right away, or at least not a permanent, full-time one, I need to get our financial house in order. I need to cancel things that we don't use/don't really need - like Netflix, which we really haven't been using, and the dialup service I always kept as a backup in case cable went down. I also have to finish up my mother's estate, at long last. And I need to get the money from Mama's annuity, which is in a money-market account at an investment company with no local branches, and transfer it somewhere I can get my hands on it a little more easily. I need to attempt to figure out when and if I'm going to move some of that money to mutual funds.
I could go on, but I won't. I've had a lovely six-week vacation and it's over, and now I have to go back to the real world. But ugh. Times like this, I just want to crawl back into the womb.
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Date: 2009-01-03 01:48 am (UTC)