I really should go to bed right now. I have to get up at 6am and go run 11 miles before it hits 107 degrees. UGH.
107 in Vegas is HOT (and I mean that in a completely sexy way). 107 degrees in Atlanta just blows...
But, I can't sleep, because I've gotten myself all riled up. Why? Ummm... lets see. It all started about three years ago.
In my first year out of college, I was working for a marketing firm in Pasadena. My boyfriend at the time lived in Santa Barbara. So, every other weekend I made the two hour drive up the coast to see him. It was the perfect time to catch up with the rents.
It was on one of those drives up to SB that I had the marriage convo with my dad--I guess thats normal when you are in a serious relationship. Anyways, it was that night that my dad told me for the first time EVER that I had wedding money. Jaw to floor. I was extremely excited, and I think I just immediately wanted to get married thinking about the huge party I would get to throw. LOL. (Shaking my head at myself right now).
But now, here I am three years later. No boyfriend, no wedding with camels, just me and a studio apartment in a 107 year old building (jeez what is it with 107?!).
I hadn't really thought about the money since I became single... because it doesn't really seem real. It's out there in outer space somewhere. Then two weeks ago I got my financial aid award letter.
They agreed to give me in-state tuition. DAMN STRAIGHT. But, no subsidized loans. MOTHERFUCKERS. So here I am... with tuition for my first year around $25K with loans to cover it with an interest rate of around 7%. YUCK.
Light bulb.
MATRIMONEY!!!
I texted my dad that Thursday night: Subsidized loans did not come through. Let's talk about wedding $$$.
Friday night is pizza and a movie with the rent/step-rent. So there I was. Laundry in the wash, a glass of vino in my hand and a nervous feeling in my chest.
"So... I was thinking about using my wedding money for grad school."
"Uh huh."
Blah, blah, blah.
Blah, blah, blah.
"I just always thought you would use it for your wedding."
"I don't know if or when that will happen."
"Or a house."
GULP. (a house?!)
It should not have scared me that much, I mean I am almost 27. A girl has to grow up sometime. But I didn't want to do it on pizza and a movie night.
NO HOUSE!
"What about a condo?"
FAST FORWARD TO TONIGHT.
I get home from work, throw myself on my bed in my studio apartment and gaze around. Out of boredom (and the fact that I realize I've spent $40K on rent over the past 4 YEARS... WTF?!?!?!) I start searching condos and lofts for sale in the area.
Then I kind of find one that I like... one I kind of like A LOT. FUCK.
Could I use the matrimoney for a loft? (a loft is way less scary than a house, townhouse or condo- they are tres young).
I dunno... I think I might be in love.
xxx Jildo
Friday, June 29, 2012
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
The ER Bill From HELLLLLLL
About three weeks ago I called Emory University Hospital inquiring about my ER bill from when I fell into the fire hydrant and had to get stitches. Being the responsible person that I am it irked me that it had been almost a month since I'd received service and yet, no bill.
Now I wish I hadn't called. When I checked into the ER April 28, I was not thinking straight (really who would be after they threw their entire body weight, head first into a very solid fire hydrant?)- so when they asked for my address, I gave it to them.
For any normal person, this would be perfectly fine. But my mailing address is undeliverable. I'm not really sure why. It might have to do with the fact that the building I live in is over 100 years old and the mailboxes out front do not correspond to the correct apartments. Either way my address is undeliverable- do not try and reach me by mail, you NEVER will. (It's kinda nice- No bills! Woo hoo!- haha just kidding I do online bill pay and notification).
I could say I did this all on purpose to reduce my carbon footprint, but that would be a bold faced lie. Anyways, so I gave them this black hole of an address when I checked into the ER, instead of my dad's address where I can actually receive mail.
On this three week later phone call with Emory billing, I give them the correct address and pray that it wasn't my address error that kept the bill from coming, but maybe just that I didn't owe anything?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE. Yes, that's right. This bill warrants so much more than the usual: FML. It def-definitely warrants the WHOLE DAMN THING.
Wait for it... wait for it....
$1317.12
FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
No, really. FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
How can 10 minutes of a Dr. stitching up the back of my ear cost $1,317.12?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! (again WTF just does NOT cut it).
Then I remember. They did an X-Ray. FACE PALM.... AND REPEAT.
The thing that really busts my balls (or would if I had them) is that I went into the ER with a head injury. Did they X-Ray my head? Of course not, that would just make too much sense. Nope, apparently it was completely logical for them to do an X-Ray of my chest. And me in my I-just-slammed-my-head-into-a-fire-hydrant state did not think to question it. IDIOT!
Sigh. So now here I am with a $1,317.12 ER bill. LOVELY.
You know I was actually thinking about buying myself a flat screen tv the other day. HA.
Medical bills suck balls- especially when you are uninsured.
Oh, did I mention that the accident happened April 28 and my insurance coverage kicked in April 30? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Over and Out- Jildo
Now I wish I hadn't called. When I checked into the ER April 28, I was not thinking straight (really who would be after they threw their entire body weight, head first into a very solid fire hydrant?)- so when they asked for my address, I gave it to them.
For any normal person, this would be perfectly fine. But my mailing address is undeliverable. I'm not really sure why. It might have to do with the fact that the building I live in is over 100 years old and the mailboxes out front do not correspond to the correct apartments. Either way my address is undeliverable- do not try and reach me by mail, you NEVER will. (It's kinda nice- No bills! Woo hoo!- haha just kidding I do online bill pay and notification).
I could say I did this all on purpose to reduce my carbon footprint, but that would be a bold faced lie. Anyways, so I gave them this black hole of an address when I checked into the ER, instead of my dad's address where I can actually receive mail.
On this three week later phone call with Emory billing, I give them the correct address and pray that it wasn't my address error that kept the bill from coming, but maybe just that I didn't owe anything?!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE. Yes, that's right. This bill warrants so much more than the usual: FML. It def-definitely warrants the WHOLE DAMN THING.
Wait for it... wait for it....
$1317.12
FUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
No, really. FUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
How can 10 minutes of a Dr. stitching up the back of my ear cost $1,317.12?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?! (again WTF just does NOT cut it).
Then I remember. They did an X-Ray. FACE PALM.... AND REPEAT.
The thing that really busts my balls (or would if I had them) is that I went into the ER with a head injury. Did they X-Ray my head? Of course not, that would just make too much sense. Nope, apparently it was completely logical for them to do an X-Ray of my chest. And me in my I-just-slammed-my-head-into-a-fire-hydrant state did not think to question it. IDIOT!
Sigh. So now here I am with a $1,317.12 ER bill. LOVELY.
You know I was actually thinking about buying myself a flat screen tv the other day. HA.
Medical bills suck balls- especially when you are uninsured.
Oh, did I mention that the accident happened April 28 and my insurance coverage kicked in April 30? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
FUCK MY LIFE.
Over and Out- Jildo
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Vegas: The New Offer Letter Hook
As you know, if you've been reading my blog, I started a new job about a month ago. Now of course the rudimentary reasons for me taking this new job were and are the same as for anyone else-- more money, better hours, better work/life balance, yaddah, yaddah, yaddah.
But then for me, what really got me... what really made me realize that this job was made for me... wasn't the fine print in the offer letter. What got me was the email that the offer letter was attached to and 6 perfect words "we're going to vegas... you included."
UMMMM HELLLOOOOOO. Do you have ANY idea how much I LOOOOVVEEEE Vegas?! To quote Buzz Lightyear: "To Infinity and Beyond!" It's so true. So to tell me not only that I'll make more money, work Monday through Friday, etc., but you tell me we're... I'm... going to Vegas within a month of starting and it's ALL going on the company card?!
Yes, my eyes may have rolled back in my head for a minute. But, really who's wouldn't? Let's not kid ourselves folks. Of course, I will have to work while I'm there... but what would I be doing during the day anyways? Ok, ok, I may not get as much time to spend on my Indian tan, but that's cool. I can get my tan on in Hotlanta any day (if I can stand the humidity).
Anyways, suffice to say I am super stoked, because technically I get to go on vacation for FREEEEEEE! Woooo! We leave this Sunday... which means next week Vegas is my bitch. You heard me Vegas. B-I-T-C-H.
xoxo Jildo
P.S. I apologize if this post was a little craz-ass or slightly offensive. Sometimes when I get super excited I can't contain myself.
BREATHE. BREATHE. CONTAIN....
ALEKJALKRJHAPRJARKHGksjgaljwreyiouw!!!! Nope can't do it. Too excited. EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDD!
P.P.S. I think all employers should start to lure prospective employees with working vacations. I would do it. It's way rad.
But then for me, what really got me... what really made me realize that this job was made for me... wasn't the fine print in the offer letter. What got me was the email that the offer letter was attached to and 6 perfect words "we're going to vegas... you included."
UMMMM HELLLOOOOOO. Do you have ANY idea how much I LOOOOVVEEEE Vegas?! To quote Buzz Lightyear: "To Infinity and Beyond!" It's so true. So to tell me not only that I'll make more money, work Monday through Friday, etc., but you tell me we're... I'm... going to Vegas within a month of starting and it's ALL going on the company card?!
Yes, my eyes may have rolled back in my head for a minute. But, really who's wouldn't? Let's not kid ourselves folks. Of course, I will have to work while I'm there... but what would I be doing during the day anyways? Ok, ok, I may not get as much time to spend on my Indian tan, but that's cool. I can get my tan on in Hotlanta any day (if I can stand the humidity).
Anyways, suffice to say I am super stoked, because technically I get to go on vacation for FREEEEEEE! Woooo! We leave this Sunday... which means next week Vegas is my bitch. You heard me Vegas. B-I-T-C-H.
xoxo Jildo
P.S. I apologize if this post was a little craz-ass or slightly offensive. Sometimes when I get super excited I can't contain myself.
BREATHE. BREATHE. CONTAIN....
ALEKJALKRJHAPRJARKHGksjgaljwreyiouw!!!! Nope can't do it. Too excited. EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDD!
P.P.S. I think all employers should start to lure prospective employees with working vacations. I would do it. It's way rad.
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