A Series of Sighs

So, I am broke. Not the kind of whiney broke that we were in college, the kind of broke where I would be living on the street if it weren't for Matt. And as much as we all dream of a free ride from time to time, it pretty much stinks.

Don't get me wrong, I am dating about the best guy in the world, who doesn't appear to feel like I owe him anything and has never suggested that I do a little extra housework or offer any cheap sexual favors in exchange for room and board. But the thing is, when you've been awesomely on your own 100% for the past couple of years, it is a crippling come down to realize that if anything happened to this union, I'd be living with my parents.

So, I am looking for a new job, and it is hard. Hard because it is Fredericksburg and because I already have 2.5 other jobs that I am holding down right now (School, Starbucks, and homey stuff). Also, I am sick now and one of those jobs promised they would give me health insurance but then they told me I had to wait longer. So now I am pursuing the health care plans offered by Mary Washington and William and Mary. And I as mope about how venerable and helpless I feel, there it is, staring at me, the fact that things could always be worse.

The policy provides $1,000 for accidental loss of life, two limbs, both eyes or one limb and one eye, and $500 for the loss of one limb or one eye.

Or maybe that means it could be better? I mean, I have two arms AND two eyes do I really need ALL of them? I am sure they come in handy sometimes but I'll tell you what would come in handy right now...$1,000.