This Fall on Fox Tuesday Nights...
Sep. 19th, 2002 09:42 pmIf it isn't someone asking if we can insure everything *but* her kitchen, it's the idea of someone's bubbe roaming about her yard looking for a lost bracelet. I love my job. Really, I do. People sometimes crack me up in the worst possible ways. They're being perfectly earnest with their requests and comments, and I do my best to be stoic and not laugh in their ears. Who said Insurance wasn't interesting work?!?
When I'm not stressing myself into gastrointestinal problems, it does have its good moments. Like when the clients ask for things that are truly impossible - like insuring everything but the kitchen in a house. Or saying that they'll be in their yard looking for a lost piece of jewelry. Even the sucky times don't last forever. You just grin and bear it, talk about it with someone, then let it go.
The issues I'd griped about last night are (hopefully) being resolved - and even my supervisor thought they were pure cockamamie. So, the producer involved was scarce in the office this afternoon. Makes me wonder if my supervisor talked to him about my complaints.... And I was told that sometimes you just have to go with your gut instinct (yay), which is exactly what I had done.
In other stuff, Kellie and I are apparently betrothed since we both laugh at Monty Python. And like the commercial about Monty Python said, "If your girlfriend laughs, marry her." So therefore, we apparently have to get married. I already told her that Nessa would be betrothed to me - which is fine with her. I hope she doesn't mind that we'd also be unofficialy committed to many, many other people. Maybe even complete strangers. Hopefully Steven Page. *wishful thinking on my part* {Wait ... wishful thinking is this: "Steven Page is a guy. Guys like Monty Python.