Thursday, July 05, 2007
It's open enrollment time with the temp agency, and I went ahead and signed up for their shitty temp employee insurance that, of course, doesn't cover "pre-existing conditions."
What it will cover (up to $7500 and only 50% of costs out-of-network ha ha haha ha) is half a broken leg, me getting punched in the face during class, broken fingers, antibotics, and me getting hit by a car on my bike (up to $7500 and only 50% of costs out-of-network ha ha haha ha).
It's the worst insurance in the whole world, almost like not having insurance, but it's better than saying, "I don't have insurance."
So in addition to that $200 a month in meds, I will now pay $100 in medical "insurance" that only insures me against falling off my bike.
Why did I do this again?
Oh, yeah, cause I don't trust my luck anymore.
EDIT: It just occurred to me that medical costs now offically make up nearly a quarter of my monthly income.
One of the most entertaining things about starting any new job is how many different names I get called called during the course of any given week.
I've been called "Carmen," "Karsten," "Candice," and "Carmel."
I was identified in today's meeting minutes as "Karen."
And, of course, most days I'm just, "The Writer."
Man, I still get a kick out of that.