General
assessment
0For our health insurance at work we are being given the opportunity to save several hundred dollars by taking a health assessment survey along with making a follow up call to speak with an advisor. Why? I don’t know. Seems to me it’d be better if they just brought someone in and spoke with individuals face to face.
So far all I’ve heard is horror stories from people who’ve called in. People are being called morbidly obese when they are 3 lbs. over the listed healthy weight. Another person was called obese who actually had to put ON weight by their doctor and is an avid runner. I’m not hearing anything positive coming out it.
But for a few hundred dollars in saving I thought it might be worth enduring. If you know me, you know I don’t put up with much… if anything at all. So if anyone is going to be told it was going to be them if they tried to pull any punches!
I really can’t see anything positive coming out of the call but I sat down to make the call regardless. Luckily for me I was informed the advisors were in training so they couldn’t take my call. This means I’ll just have to take lunch tomorrow to do it… if I do it at all. I’m not sure how much I care about it now. I’m still on the fence about it so I may just skip it.
I think it’s stupid we’re asked to do it in the first place. Why does making this call save me money? Saving money is awesome and all but it’s just a call… It’s not a commitment to change anything. If anything I’ll just be talking about how horrible I am and how I have no plans to change anything at all, especially not for someone I don’t know on the other end of a phone call. Take this as an opportunity to better myself? Pfffbt! Whatever.
Last day card
1Today is my best buddy’s last day here at work. So last night I sat down and got out my papers and made him a card. I’m having a lot of fun with card making; it’s kind of instant gratification. Usually the stuff I make take days, weeks, months…. This is more like an hour of watching TV and piecing together papers. Granted mine are not anywhere near as creative as other’s cards, but it’s still fun.
Bruised pride
0Yesterday morning I was coming back downstairs and heading to the safe warm fluffy comfort of my recliner when my foot slipped on the top stair and I came-a’ tumbling down. My hind end hit every single stair on the way down and there was no way to stop. About half way down I finally just gave up and accepted my fate. I should grateful I wasn’t tumbling and falling on my head; I’ve done that before and don’t care to repeat it!
Thump – thump – thump – thump – thump thumpthumpthumpthumpthump! “Owwwww.”
Mind you, I had just woken up so I was still in my robe. By the time I hit the bottom step my bid’ness was all on display. One roommate was in the shower, one was probably still sleeping. So the “Ow” really fell on no ears and no one got a private sexy time show.
I crawled to my recliner and rubbed my bottom while I was watched cartoons. The pain only lasted a few minutes and life was back to lazy normalcy.
Until today… now a hip hurts and I feel shorter and old.
This is what I get for moisturizing my feet. I always get yelled at to take better care of my feet and this is what I get for actually listening for once. I think I’d rather have a ba-dunka-dunk that is pain free and some jacked up feet.
Gems around the office
0I walked into a coworker’s office and saw this, obviously drawn by her daughter.
Me: Aww, how cute! Is it a dog?
Her: It’s me.
Oops.
I hate you, USPS.
0I sat down a few weeks ago and made my mom a card. I sent it off to her and have been waiting to hear that she got it.
My mom makes gorgeous cards and gifts so I was really excited to make something and be able to send something back. Even if it sucked at least it was something.
Today after 3-4 weeks of waiting I get this thrown on my desk at work:
It was a plastic bag, printed with an apology, containing the mangled remains of my card. Not a single thing I glued down was still on the card and everything torn up.
Thing happen, I get that. But if you paid for a service from anyone else wouldn’t you at the very least get a refund? Not that I care about the postage, but come on!
It made me sad… and angry…. And made me want to punch a postal worker.
I must have issues
0Just about every day have this need to act out in some way. If you read my twitter you probably know it’s not that uncommon for someone to get shoved, checked into a wall, torn apart with words or one of my many-many-many other spontaneous actions. I think most people just accept it. I mean, I am a big scary dude.
Today, however, I have this need to kick someone in the nuts. And not just kick, I really want to grind my foot in there until there is enough screaming to satisfy me.
I must be really quite disturbed…. Or I need to get back to the gym and unwind more often.
Ladies, you’re off the hook today. Protect those nuts boys… protect …those…nuts.
call me rain man
1Every time I walk outside today it starts to rain. I’m starting to believe that I’m the cause of it all. Maybe this was a beautiful sunny place before I came along.
my life is so exciting
2Spent the day home alone. Its been nice and lazy and I’m getting some stuff done… like laundry. Man, my life is so exciting sometimes. *rolls eyes*
On the plus side, I got this in the mail from my mommy.
isn’t she talented? The coin in the middle is from an arcade we visited in NM on vacation. I thought that was a pretty awesome touch.
Who could resist
0I walked into one of the managers offices today to raid his giant jar of chocolates. While I was standing there eating a mini Reese’s peanut butter cup I saw fruit sitting on his desk.
2 Oranges and 1 Banana…..
I know, right? How could anyone NOT take advantage of that situation?
One of those things your mother shouldn’t text you.
0My coworker received this from his mother this morning. I had to share.
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