Just got back home. I tried to leave for the office this morning and after driving a quarter of the way amidst cars that were facing the wrong way and wheels spinning but getting nowhere, I pulled into a parking lot and called my boss. He was stuck at home, too, his back alley not having been plowed yet and no way to move his car out of the garage. It took me fifteen minutes to make it a mile and a half, and after white knuckling it for all of those minutes, I decided there was simply nothing I need at the office bad enough to keep driving. I turned around and headed back home.
It’s probably best that I am at home, anyway, as there is yet another board meeting today, and yet another nerve racking, bated breath, “ are we losing our jobs next month?” discussion. At least at home I can crank up the Christmas music and pretend that my job is not being discussed. Hopefully I will have a sense of how things went by this afternoon. Lovely that I was just sent a reminder from Outlook that the board meeting is starting this very minute. La, la, la, la… I’m not listening.
… I need a Christmas cookie.
On the upside, since I am back at home this morning I called Godzilla to discuss the terms of my student loan and potential pending unemployment. Turns out Godzilla has a really sweet phone demeanor. Also turns out that there is a program called “Income Based Repayment.” Also also turns out that we qualify. Also, also, also turns out that our income is so low that it qualifies us for making a monthly payment of ZERO for the first year. After twenty-five years in this program they forgive any remaining amount due. Godzilla has officially been downgraded to a newt. A Christmas newt.
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