Confessions of A Working Girl

(Am I really only at confession 2?)

Confession #2: Being an adult is hard.

When you’re little, you never really think about it. Your parents–and every other adult you know—is all powerful, and they can do everything. As you start getting older, you realize that they can’t do everything, but that’s ok. Then, once you’re on your own (or at least, away from home, at college), you realize, hey. Being an adult is hard.

At the moment, several things that are plaguing me have brought me to this conclusion. Let me list them…

1. Money troubles.

Nobody has enough money, but usually we can manage to get by. Growing up, I watched my  parents struggle for money sometimes (the fact that there are 7 of us kids doesn’t help.) So I wanted to become money conscious, so I wouldn’t have to worry. That so did not work. At the moment, I owe several thousand dollars in loans because of school, I will owe more than that once I’ve finished with school. That’s part one. Part two is that I owe my parents almost $700 in car insurance money. Part three is that I currently have a balance on my credit card. And the amount in my bank account? Roughly, about $300. Conclusion: Handling money is hard.

2. Insurance

When I turned 19, the insurance that I had kicked me off. When my dad lost his job, the other insurance I had disappeared. Insurance-less, I had to find a new insurance; because I was over 18, they wouldn’t let my mom do any of it for me.  At the moment, I’m finally covered under one insurance—at least, I think I am. And if I am, it’s going to be a total problem because it doesn’t sound like my doctor or my allergist take that insurance. Which brings me to

3. Doctors

I’m probably being all whiny and stuff when I say that I don’t want to change doctors. But I really really really don’t. Among other reasons, this is the doctor that I’ve had ever since before I was born. And now because of a stupid insurance issue I have to change? …I suppose I would have had to change doctors sooner or later anyway, since this particular doctor is a pediatrician, but still. I’ve been going there for 19 years! That’s a long time…especially since that time is my whole entire life!

Overall conclusion: being an adult is tough. Not just hard, but tough, difficult, sometimes nearly impossible! Everyone else manages, so I suppose I will as well…

…eventually. For the moment I am panic-stricken running around trying to figure out what the hell happened that is suddenly making my life so difficult.  what the heck I can do fix all of my current problems.

Since nothing immediately comes to mind, I probably need to think about it some more.  And possibly clean my room, dig my car out of the snow, watch Columbo. Oh, speaking of cars…Diby has officially been sold. T_T Now, I think that Coche is officially my car–that’s the car that was my dad’s.

1 Comment » Alexis:

December 21st, 2009 @ 1:14 pm Being an adult sucks, like totally. But whoever you are, I love your writing style. Totally should be an author or something. Good luck with the money troubles and the insurance.