Deep breaths.
As I've already mentioned in a locked entry, I put in my two weeks' notice yesterday. Today, it's setting in that I won't have health insurance in two weeks. It's setting in that I'm saying goodbye to a steady source of income. I am absolutely terrified.
Don't get me wrong, I have a back-up job. The president of the company that I used to work for was in a meeting with Adrian yesterday when I called to tell him that I'd quit, and Kevin (the boss), has been mentioning that he's wanted me to come back to work for Cory for a few months now. I was offered really good money ($2 more per hour than the last time I worked there), plus an office manager position when their office manager goes on maternity leave in a month. Which is... incredibly gracious. But it would mean moving back to my parents' house during the week until I got a car, and that is not what's best for my sanity, if you recall. That place makes me crazy.
On the plus side, I'm setting up my drivers' test on Monday. If I call in favors from my grandfather, I should be able to get a car soon, or at the very least, borrow my cousin's "putt putt." With a new job, I could pay for insurance.
It's just all very up-in-the-air right now, and I'm having a little bit of a panic attack. Money wise, I'm going to have to be pretty frugal for the next few months. I'm dropping out of this sesson of bellydance, because the $96 entry fee was a stretch for me even with a job. And if I need it, my roommate will certainly give me grace on rent. It's just... credit card and student loan and groceries.... it adds up.
Skyler took me out to dinner last night, and I had a nice thick steak with pinot noir to calm me down. He managed to keep the random bursts of tears to a minimum last night, but now that I'm alone, they're starting to come back. I keep telling myself that it's okay, that I have a safety net, if an undesirable one, and that it will be okay. In reality, though, I'm completely panicking.
Don't get me wrong, I have a back-up job. The president of the company that I used to work for was in a meeting with Adrian yesterday when I called to tell him that I'd quit, and Kevin (the boss), has been mentioning that he's wanted me to come back to work for Cory for a few months now. I was offered really good money ($2 more per hour than the last time I worked there), plus an office manager position when their office manager goes on maternity leave in a month. Which is... incredibly gracious. But it would mean moving back to my parents' house during the week until I got a car, and that is not what's best for my sanity, if you recall. That place makes me crazy.
On the plus side, I'm setting up my drivers' test on Monday. If I call in favors from my grandfather, I should be able to get a car soon, or at the very least, borrow my cousin's "putt putt." With a new job, I could pay for insurance.
It's just all very up-in-the-air right now, and I'm having a little bit of a panic attack. Money wise, I'm going to have to be pretty frugal for the next few months. I'm dropping out of this sesson of bellydance, because the $96 entry fee was a stretch for me even with a job. And if I need it, my roommate will certainly give me grace on rent. It's just... credit card and student loan and groceries.... it adds up.
Skyler took me out to dinner last night, and I had a nice thick steak with pinot noir to calm me down. He managed to keep the random bursts of tears to a minimum last night, but now that I'm alone, they're starting to come back. I keep telling myself that it's okay, that I have a safety net, if an undesirable one, and that it will be okay. In reality, though, I'm completely panicking.