Here's the thing, I need to vent.
One of the biggest irritants is the apparent miscommunication between them, me, the health insurance, and COBRA. Yeah. Apparently I am either not qualified for COBRA, contrary to what they informed me, or it's taking an excessively long time for it to start. Which is bad, considering all three of us have only been covered through my insurance. It's one thing to discover that apparently COBRA hasn't kicked in when you go to pick up your post-partum depression meds and find that you have to pay full price; it will be an entirely different thing if I have to get emergency care for the kiddo.
Another thing is that the more time that passes since shit went down, the more difficult time I'm having maintaining professionalism when it comes to them. It just feels like I was fed such a load of bullshit. And I'd like to think that in the past few years I've developed a thick skin and have surprised myself with not taking things personally. Perhaps what makes this feel so underhanded is that the main person involved was a friend and mentor. And also, apparently, my own personal firm executioner. Awesome. We are still "friends" on facebook, and the ONLY reason I've prevented myself from un-friending her (in a totally juvenile and petty way because I'm 13) is that I have also learned to never burn a bridge.
That doesn't mean I'm going to ever consider a friend of mine, or ever trust the person again, but I'm not going to give in to the almost irresistible urge to petty it up. Ugh. So I suppose this means I just vent until I'm not so angry about it anymore.
In good news, my own little solo shingle venture is headed in the right direction! And, as much as it pains me to say this, I guess getting axed from that damn firm was very good for me, as I wouldn't have hung said shingle were it not for that happening. Doesn't negate being angry about it, but at least it pacifies me somewhat.
