Ain't It Funny
Apr. 1st, 2003 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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bnakeded is trying to get me back into writing stories ... even threatening to light fires under my ass. If only it were that easy ... I'd be setting light to my own ass & writing a little more often.
Instead, I'm still toughing out depression and PMS. Things come back gradually. The fact that I'm getting out of bed in the morning, still taking my meds and going into my 3d week of sobriety (caffeine) are good starts.
The past 2 nights, I haven't had those über-bizarre dreams (knock on particle board). My appetite is acheiving a degree of normalcy (for someone else - not me), and I've managed to get 2 stars yesterday and today for tempering that desire to overdo my eating.
But, something happened at work yesterday that really drove me bonkers ... and I didn't get a chance to write about it, because I had my OA meeting and post-meeting Starbucks. By the time I got home last night, I still had some running to do. Anyways ... with work, I sometimes wonder if the producers operate under the MO (Modus Operandi, not Missouri) of "Open Mouth, Insert Foot ... Let the CSRs take the blame". Swear to God and everyone else.
One of our producers told a potential client - someone moving into Missouri - that because they were going from a Homeowners policy to a Renters policy, they'd be saving money. This is true - so he wasn't possibly misleading the client on that end. What he either conveniently left out, or was possibly oblivious to, was the fact that this person was coming to Missouri from another state. Another state means another set of underwriting rules and loss histories for that particular city and state.
So, when the client found out that their premium (on the renter's policy - along with auto & other lines) was higher in Missouri than the homeowners in their prior state ... they weren't very happy. And of course, the producer looks at me like I'm the one that fucked up somewhere.
Yes, of course ... I was the one that told them that their premium would "go way down". Think again. I was the one that got word from the company that we had to cancel and re-write the policy to our state. I was the one that had to run the reports, get the quote and re-do the applications to be passed onto the company. The producer is the one promising the sun, moon and stars ... not thinking to take into consideration that each state has different rates and loss histories that affect the rates.
I wanted to either strangle the producer ... or forget my frustration by losing myself in that box of Girl Scout cookies on my desk. Thankfully, I did neither of those. Instead, I grumped and bitched aloud to myself, so I'd get *something* out of my system.
You know, I'm doing my best to find better coping mechanisms, and to be more open about how I'm feeling, instead of just putting on that competition smile and trying to pretend that everything's fine while my world crumbles beneath me. Unfortunately (?), you lucky people get to be witness to me battling with internal demons as they come around.
Anyways ... could someone please remind me to not develop stomach problems in the next lifetime? I had to get my Prevacid refilled - unfortunately, I'd been taking it intermittently because I kept misplacing the damn bottle - and apparently my insurance company has decided that it's a "non-preferred" drug. $25 friggin dollars!! Dammit. I just hope that I don't have to get anything else filled before the 15th, cos I need to make sure that I have some money to pay off the psychiatrist so I can get back in for an appointment, and get my Effexor refilled. (Do realize that my priorities are straightening out, as I almost cried when I got an e-mail this evening from Blowfish offering these excellent über-arty Julian Snelling butt plugs at 20% off until the 8th of this month ... because I realized that it would be more important to pay the good doctor rather than get something fancy-schmancy to shove up my ass for a good time.)
And with that ... I should be heading in soon. I'm getting tired, and you know, I think I might have some ice cream before bed. :)
bnakeded is trying to get me back into writing stories ... even threatening to light fires under my ass. If only it were that easy ... I'd be setting light to my own ass & writing a little more often. Instead, I'm still toughing out depression and PMS. Things come back gradually. The fact that I'm getting out of bed in the morning, still taking my meds and going into my 3d week of sobriety (caffeine) are good starts.
The past 2 nights, I haven't had those über-bizarre dreams (knock on particle board). My appetite is acheiving a degree of normalcy (for someone else - not me), and I've managed to get 2 stars yesterday and today for tempering that desire to overdo my eating.
But, something happened at work yesterday that really drove me bonkers ... and I didn't get a chance to write about it, because I had my OA meeting and post-meeting Starbucks. By the time I got home last night, I still had some running to do. Anyways ... with work, I sometimes wonder if the producers operate under the MO (Modus Operandi, not Missouri) of "Open Mouth, Insert Foot ... Let the CSRs take the blame". Swear to God and everyone else.
One of our producers told a potential client - someone moving into Missouri - that because they were going from a Homeowners policy to a Renters policy, they'd be saving money. This is true - so he wasn't possibly misleading the client on that end. What he either conveniently left out, or was possibly oblivious to, was the fact that this person was coming to Missouri from another state. Another state means another set of underwriting rules and loss histories for that particular city and state.
So, when the client found out that their premium (on the renter's policy - along with auto & other lines) was higher in Missouri than the homeowners in their prior state ... they weren't very happy. And of course, the producer looks at me like I'm the one that fucked up somewhere.
Yes, of course ... I was the one that told them that their premium would "go way down". Think again. I was the one that got word from the company that we had to cancel and re-write the policy to our state. I was the one that had to run the reports, get the quote and re-do the applications to be passed onto the company. The producer is the one promising the sun, moon and stars ... not thinking to take into consideration that each state has different rates and loss histories that affect the rates.
I wanted to either strangle the producer ... or forget my frustration by losing myself in that box of Girl Scout cookies on my desk. Thankfully, I did neither of those. Instead, I grumped and bitched aloud to myself, so I'd get *something* out of my system.
You know, I'm doing my best to find better coping mechanisms, and to be more open about how I'm feeling, instead of just putting on that competition smile and trying to pretend that everything's fine while my world crumbles beneath me. Unfortunately (?), you lucky people get to be witness to me battling with internal demons as they come around.
Anyways ... could someone please remind me to not develop stomach problems in the next lifetime? I had to get my Prevacid refilled - unfortunately, I'd been taking it intermittently because I kept misplacing the damn bottle - and apparently my insurance company has decided that it's a "non-preferred" drug. $25 friggin dollars!! Dammit. I just hope that I don't have to get anything else filled before the 15th, cos I need to make sure that I have some money to pay off the psychiatrist so I can get back in for an appointment, and get my Effexor refilled. (Do realize that my priorities are straightening out, as I almost cried when I got an e-mail this evening from Blowfish offering these excellent über-arty Julian Snelling butt plugs at 20% off until the 8th of this month ... because I realized that it would be more important to pay the good doctor rather than get something fancy-schmancy to shove up my ass for a good time.)
And with that ... I should be heading in soon. I'm getting tired, and you know, I think I might have some ice cream before bed. :)
