I don't have a DMV horror story, but I spent about three hours waiting at a social security office once because I needed a new social security card. When I'd been there for about an hour, they had an all-staff meeting. And I do me all-staff: they shut down every single window and every person working there disappeared into the back for 25 minutes. So roughly a DMV-quality experience. (Somehow, renewing my license by mail turned out to be a pretty annoying pain in the butt, too, but I didn't have to do anything in person at the DMV and now won't for about eight years, thankfully.)
I started my really big One Thing yesterday after weeks and weeks and weeks of procrastination, which was to call a specialist doc and ask if she can see me. But I got her voicemail and now we're playing phone tag, so hopefully I will have this settled by the end of the day.
@Vodka Queen I was gonna say. My hometown had an Aldi and a Wegmans, and Wegmans has my heart and soul. Or at least the portion thereof that's devoted to grocery stores. (...though I wouldn't be shocked if Aldi was cheaper on a lot of things.)
@gyip I'm working on this now. I have a regular order at Starbucks (literally just a plain coffee) but I use the app on my phone so every 12 drinks, I get one free - but it seems like it has to be the next one I order. And if I'm getting a free drink, it might as well be a fancy one! So now I have to mentally prepare myself to tell the cute scruffy dude who hands me my coffee without asking what I want that actually I want something else. This is not actually a big deal, and yet I went to an entirely different Starbucks yesterday to avoid it!
@andnowlights Ditto. It's been awhile since I was in a retail type position, but I was much better at putting on a cheerful work face when things were bad than I am at sitting at my desk and trying to keep my emotions in check. (Though when I have to talk to a coworker or go to a meeting, I turn on work face pretty similarly - snuffling at my desk a second ago? Whatever, it's meeting time now!) I do wish my office had somewhere I could cry privately, though. I've had one too many awkward crying encounters with a well meaning coworker (read: I've had one), and sometimes a gal just needs to bawl privately.
Student loans. Same old same old. End of October balance: $9,044.61 Current balance: $8,861.99
Maybe. Depending on how much, and what the job is. But honestly, for me, my salary and savings are what I use to beat down all kinds of anxieties about life, The Future, etc. Last year, I was offered a promotion with a substantial salary increase and I've (mostly) avoided lifestyle creep. (Live in the same apartment, still don't shop much or splurge often - but I do travel a tad bit more.) If a dream job was offering me something in the range of my pre-promotion salary, I'd take it, because I know I can live on that and be happy and stable (financially and emotionally!). But there are very few jobs I can think of for which I'd be willing to drop down below that, back to an entry-level-ish range. (But it helps that I'm pretty happy in my job, I suppose.)
This sort of thing is incredibly difficult. I'm not an Adams fan, but I can definitely empathize with this. My mother passed away a couple of months ago, and we were incredibly lucky - she had been a hospice nurse for several years and knew what options were available to her when it came to dying, and how to talk about them. When her quality of life had gone so far downhill that she couldn't stand it anymore, she decided to go off treatment (chemo for brain cancer), and when it was very clear that we couldn't take care of her at home anymore, she told us it was time to get her into the hospice facility where she'd worked. Knowing we were doing what she wanted helped a lot, and it definitely isn't the same as assisted suicide. But Mom was at Hospicare for a bit over a month, and only for the first week or so was she able to communicate or even move, really. She was ready to go, and it was just a waiting game that grew worse and worse as time went on. The emotional cost was enormous - I don't know that it would have been easier if she'd died more quickly, but I don't think I would have missed any time with Mom if she'd passed away after one week instead of five. Mom was already gone, and what was left was a body that was, yes, very expensive to care for. All told, the bill was over $7,000 - and that's just what we paid out of pocket, after insurance covered all of the medical and treatment related expenses. We were incredibly lucky that money was not a deciding factor in the care that Mom received (and her life insurance was more than enough to pay for it, and the remainder of her medical bills, thank god). But considering how much the cost of care can be, both financially and emotionally, I am definitely pro-assisted suicide. It shouldn't be the first go-to response to illness or oldness, but it should be an option for people who want or need it, as a way to not only spare themselves suffering, but their families, too. (Sorry for the tl;dr, she types self-consciously; Mom stuff is still hard to comment about even when it's relevant.)
My one thing over the next week, let's say, is to figure out how to transfer some life insurance my mom bought for me into my own name. I think I was supposed to do this last month. Whoops. :-/
I seem to be someone who needs a suuuuuper long period of time to wake up. Back in high school, I'd set my alarm 45 minutes before I needed to actually get up and hit snooze 5 times so I could gradually attain consciousness. As an adult with a much more regulated sleep schedule, I'm down to once (and I usually wake very slightly, before that first alarm, and then again right before the snooze alarm). And then I just wander around like a zombie for the first 90 minutes I'm awake. I sometimes think if I could force myself to be an early riser who can achieve wakefulness early, I could rule the world. I don't have to be in my office until 10, my commute is 30-45 minutes, and if I could get up at 6 or 7 I could probably make it to a yoga class! Or go for a run! (If I was someone who went for runs, which I'm not.) Or write a few pages of a novel! Or at least cook breakfast. But that will never, ever, ever happen, because even though I can adjust to getting out of bed at 8, I can not actually force myself to be alert. :-/