Just talked to my Mom, and she’s laid up with a sudden sciatica attack . . . If I lived there, I could get her to a doctor or at least pick up some medication . . . “This will get better eventually,” she says in her best Jewish Mother voice . . . She’s not getting any younger (unlike Geena Davis) or healthier . .
So I may just have to leave my job and my apt. and pack up the cats (!) and move back there. Leave it to me, to quit a safe (well, escept for the terrorist attacks) job during a 20-year employment low . . . Plus, I’d actually be paying MORE rent for a smaller apt. . . . Nicer neighborhood, admittedly, but I’d need to buy a car somehow!
What I need to know is, can I COBRA my insurance if I quit my job, or do you have to be fired? Obviously, I can’t ask them this at work!
I’m gonna go have some more Valium tea. You dissolve one Valium for every pack of sugar . . . Too much tsouris . . . At least my lipstick looks flawless . . .