breaking even
As it turns out, I don't in fact have to make any interest payments on my private bank loan. It might be smart to do so, but I think I'll ride out my grace period 'till its end. I hope (no, I know!) that I'll have a decently-paying job by december. So this means that I can afford barebones health insurance through GradMed after all. No prescription coverage... but it should save me from bankruptcy if I need LifeFlight for any reason.

I'm at the part of the summer between where things fall apart and come together again. At the moment, it still seems as if everything is unravelling, but I'm in a lesser state of panic than I was mid-week last week. At the moment, my female roomate is in the process of selling her furniture and boxing her personal belongings. The problem with this is that it leaves my male roomate (who is staying through the next year) and I with no furniture and no kitchen stuff. He can survive with a pasta pot, a bowl, and a fork, and won't mind the house being as bare as a backyard meth-lab. But I, on the other hand, don't relish the thought and have no impetus to buy any furnishings or houseware because I already OWN a housefull of it up in Seattle. I suppose I can make do with the bare minimum for a month.

As far as my career search goes, worst case scenario is that Justin and I will get a place in Seattle and I'll work a shit job (retail or the like) while I look for a real job. You know, for the rent money and pocket cash. I just dread taking a hit to my current $10/hr income coupled with the increase in rent and sales tax. Beh. And I don't want to get stuck as a peon when I know I have infinite potential. Ah well, better not to worry needlessly about the future. I still have more than two months to work, including a good amount of vacation time.

Justin and I are off to Jackson Hole this Friday evening-- meeting in Salt Lake City-- for a week of living in lavish luxury on someone else's tab. Meanwhile, I'll keep my fingers crossed for job leads or hearing back from the Journalism and Women Symposium people about my application to their conference. Woo.