So it’s finally happened. The trickle down of the economy tanking has FINALLY made it to us. Between state and federal taxes, the mandatory state retirement plan, and the fact that we’re about to have to start paying insurance premiums (we didn’t have to before), the $7k raise I got with my promotion is reduced to $240 extra bucks a month. As far as I’m concerned, that’s not anywhere near enough of a raise to make the increase in responsibilities worth it. Meanwhile, I’m trying to muddle through the pea soup that is the explanation of these insurance changes, which make exactly zero sense. If I want to keep the same coverage I’ve got but change to pre-tax deductions, do I need to fill out the form? Who the heck knows. Ugh, the whole thing makes me cranky.
I am wholly uninterested in being at work today. I’d much rather be sleeping in, working out, and writing. In that order. I have zombies to hack and slash and a Resident Evil marathon to finish. But instead I have meetings and reports and lectures to write. Because real life kinda sucks.
In more positive news, I do have J.R. Ward’s latest, Crave, hanging out in my purse to dip into whenever things slow down for 5 minutes. That’s exciting. And the weather is beautiful at the moment. And my dogs had a great play date at the dog park last night. And my living room is clean. And I’ve got half a roast chicken to do something with for dinner. So life doesn’t totally suck.
I’ll be more cheerful tomorrow.