So said the noted philosopher, Medicare Coverage spokesman and football legend, Joe Namath. When Joe Willie is right, he's right.
With the news that came down last week, I know I'm losing this job. Maybe this month. Maybe next. But I don't see how my agency can keep me if my client is eliminating the lines I work on.
So I'm preparing.
I made my purchase at a local Apple authorized shop, so they will be my tech guys if I go out on my own. They're far easier to communicate with than the staff at The Apple Store, which have woeful interpersonal skills. (I ended up with gold because this shop gave me a $100 discount. Their reasoning: it saved them having to order a silver or gray one, and I was wearing a Cub jacket. Tell me The Apple Store would give me such a break!)
I also stopped at the public library to see what printing capabilities I'd have. I really don't want to buy a printer, and it looks like I won't have to.
I won't have to interrupt the therapy I just began. At least not for insurance reasons. My bout with bronchitis satisfied my deductible for the year. It makes sense for me to continue with COBRA, which means my treatment will go on seamlessly. HOWEVER I need to call For Eyes and find out whether I can get new contacts or (even better) new glasses while I still have vision coverage. I'm not sure that's included in COBRA.
I tweaked and touched up my website. I don't loooove it, but it's adequate. And it's ready. Two former coworkers, both of whom are out on their own, tell me that, while prospective clients like that writers have websites, it's really LinkedIn and references that have helped them get jobs. If that's the case -- and since I'm not 100% sold on continuing in the biz anyway -- I don't want to pay anyone to do my site for me. This is good enough. And when the axe falls, it's ready to go live.
So when I get scared and nervous, I invoke Broadway Joe. I have to have faith that I'm ready for what comes my way. I don't know what my next chapter will be, but I'm keeping my options open.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
"First I prepare. Then I have faith."
Posted by The Gal Herself at 3/11/2020 03:56:00 AM 4 comments:
Labels: Covid19, Depression, Finances, Work
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