I should have consulted a clairvoyant before I went to the New Employee Orientation.
The Supreme Court ruled this morning 6-3 in favor of the Obamacare status quo, and as someone whose little family relies on the Obamacare status quo, I say, thank God.
MRI at Northwestern Memorial Hospital’s astoundingly high-end, almost spa-like MRI center, required upfront on a credit card: $1,631.79. The MRI shows a large benign growth on my pituitary gland.
When we prefer tall people and pay them more, what we might really be reacting to is the fact that they are the products of a) good genes, and b) a careful upbringing by affluent parents.
The best way to reverse the negative effects of sitting all day is to make workdays shorter. The reason we have to squeeze in our own four-hour standing blocks and light intensity activity breaks is because we spend so much time working.
I started using my credit card for things I shouldn’t, like daily take-out, more Uber rides, Amazon movie rentals, and sad online shopping. I racked up nearly $500.
At that point I wanted to bang my forehead against the mirrored wall and ask “does everything cost some ridiculous amount of money these days?” Glasses should cost no more than $150. My health insurance program should give me at least some kind of discount on my eye exam and my new frames.
Good news from the EPA: we have made a lot of progress towards saving the environment, and some of our progress comes with financial benefits as well.
So this was what I chose to do with my $500. I looked around the room for some sign of additional perks. Didn’t we get books? A pamphlet? Some handouts?
I wasn’t thinking about health insurance when I quit my job. I thought about how much I loved New York, what I loved about journalism and writing, and how I was kicking myself for taking the first job offer I ever got. I was also thinking about whether quitting my first job three months in for a temporary job would ruin my life (hey! I’m young).
One night at a business-class hotel here is like a fifth or a fourth of a night at a hospital; there it’s like the other way around.
Thanks to my newfound pioneer attitude, my response to grogginess and an incipient cough was to take two Advil and a bracing three-hour walk through snow-encrusted Prospect Park. Here’s what that cost me.
Even if we can’t make abortion a real alternative for everyone, regardless of their financial circumstances, we can attack the root of the problem: the cost of reliable contraceptives.