What is it like to have a job with Benefits? Really, someone please tell me so I have something to fantasize about as I lay in bed at night.
For the last 1.2 years I’ve been underemployed; i.e., I have an advanced degree, am in the prime of my life, and am only working 25 hours a week with no health insurance. It’s frustrating, but welcome to the club, huh? One of my friends had to have her gallbladder removed and has been having some complications. She’s missed several weeks of work (at a doctor’s insistence), and since she’s been at her job for less than six months, can basically be fired any time. And if she’s fired, she won’t have health insurance. It ain’t right.
I feel like Willy Loman in “Death of a Salesman,” like: Geez, at this point I would literally be worth more dead than alive. I’ve been feeling this way ever since a friend (“friend”) pointed out that people’s student loans are forgiven when they die/ever since I consolidated my student loans and realized that if I pay every month at the current amount I can afford they will be paid off when I’m 51. I’m going to have a big Goodbye Student Loans party when I send off that final payment, a really classy party with flickering candles and catered hors d’oeuvres and everyone required to wear pantyhose and uncomfortable shoes. Of course, by then I will have amassed other kinds of debts, so it won’t be a celebration so much as the closing of a particularly finance-draining chapter of life.
Anyways, what I’m really trying to talk about here is idleness; particularly, how being idle is not good for you. In my time of underemployment, have I accomplished anything with the approximately 143 hours per week I have free? Have I written the beautiful novel of my dreams? Have I volunteered, Clara Barton-like, at the front lines of any local charities? Have I written earnest, frequent letters to close family members and friends?
Um, let’s instead talk about what I have accomplished with this free time:
-Made lots of hummus, stir fries, waffles
-Spent hours looking at the photo albums of various friends of friends’ who do not have very strict privacy settings on Facebook
-Took naps almost daily
-Stayed up late watching shows on Hulu, not even laughing, then slept in too late to accomplish anything the next day
-Hung out with my mom almost daily
-Acted as the female half in a number of failed relationships
I guess I should end this post and come back when I’m feeling more upbeat. I really have zero to complain about. Well, health insurance would be nice, it would be nice to go to the dentist, etcetera, but I’ve got a lot of things to be grateful for: food, clean water, shelter with heat, electricity, family, friends, general health, and a killer right hook. All the things, basically, a gal needs.