I called the Bahamas, but they said you were gone

[rolanni]

The check, she still does not arrive.

However, we are in receipt of a Pleasant Correspondence from the Thrice-Cursed Anthem Blue Cross and Blue Shield, explaining that, because there are 'way too many sick people in Maine who wrong-headedly insist on filing claims against the insurance they're paying for, Anthem is compelled to ask for (and will doubtless receive) a 20.5% increase in rates, beginning January 2007. The stockholders need their profits, after all. This means that our monthly health insurance payment will go up to $602.49. I foresee the Freelancers Health Plan ("don't get sick") in our very near future.

Also in the mail, an insincere but well-written rejection letter from a prospective employer with whom I did not even score an interview. Hey, at least they bothered to acknowledge my existence.

No local jobs listed in today's paper. Apparently, I'm going to need to look to Portland, which means a two-hour bus ride each way. Well. Plenty of time to catch up on my reading.

Sigh...

The sun's out. I'm going for a walk.

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[rolanni.livejournal.com]

No, no. If I go to Portland, the job will have to be full-time. At the level of pay I'm likely to command, a part-time job wouldn't even cover the bus fare.