Office Politics

I stick to my little realm of adjustments pretty consistently. But sometimes there's someone that just jumps the fence; that asshole in Marketing who won't ever, ever shut up about how all that needs to happen to make people buckle their seat belts is to make it sexy, for example. That will not - WILL NOT - stop pushing that into every other aspect. Like you're trying to do your job and even work with  Travel insurance to see if there can't be anything done about fleet rates. And then they show up and it's 'that's nice and all but how about you angle the mirror on the next ad to show this dudes package subliminally.'

Then they start trying to cut out actual work being done or just monopolize your time. And then (and then) and then it's pretty much down to pistols at dawn in the parking lot if you don't want to see their entire division - and then YOUR entire division - becoming some slick program advocating the uberdong.

At least I work with a pretty decent set. It took a lot of work to really show that there needed to be some changes, but at least they got made. And no, uh, car mirror dongs. This is a bad analogy. If I get into the technical details then no one's going to stick around long enough for when I start posting my old camgirl work.

Busy at work

But it's rewarding. Not just because insurance adjustment is a great field; sometimes it's the side bennies.

Like I spent nearly a whole day investigating pizza - this is kind of a self-own already if you've seen my scale numbers lately. It's great that this whole west coast 'do whatever the fuck you want who cares' ethos means getting to build your own pie, that's great. In fact it's the only thing keeping these poor benighted souls going I'd say.

Golden mean thinking is pretty much a dead end. But I think there is a happy medium in the anglosphere, if you take Prospect as one pole and London as the other. One side just has too much shit going on, too many attempts to crowbar open acceptable food preparation and then dump everything you've ever seen, heard of, or read about on some shitty foodie blog. And on the other side you've got the grim remnants of rationing and just a national disposition towards misery.

So naturally the best place to find equilibrium is somewhere on the rust belt. What a coincidence. Then there's outliers like Chicago and the horrifying shit they've done to simple, plain garbage food in a desperate bid for some kind of identity.

Ride and/or Die

I'm glad that dad doesn't really get the synergy between 'checking on family' and 'using google to do it,' otherwise it's going to be a constant refrain of I Told You So. 'Hi honey, haven't spoken in awhile, you still working in insurance? And I Told You So.'

So I was riding my bike and finally had a chance to really push it. All the hype about electric engines, they're true and satisfying and I can't imagine going back; it's like black cock except true. The torque is just incredible and every pound of it is just roaring right there. Not exactly roaring. Okay I'm thinking I might take out the engine noise speakers but also maybe not, because even sitting on it and going that fast was a little spooky.

But eventually I did eat shit and crash, kind of. It's a little hard to put together in retrospect but now there's a few ounces of flesh I used to have that I don't anymore. Always wear your helmet. On the brighter side this is the most weight I've lost since freshman year.

And thinking about it I really hope dad doesn't look me up anywhere on the internet, let alone google.

I need to get a pet or something. There's all this weird shit out in the water and I think it's just a matter of time before something gets inside. Rats or seagulls or whatever lives out there. I'm not a marine biologist.

But I'd feel like shit if I got a cat I guess. It'd just sit inside all day and I'm never home anyway (seriously I think I'm going to flip shit if Janie tells me all about how she's working so many hours come on bitch (love you) last time I had a day off I nearly committed a felony) so I don't think that'll work. I love the job but the hours must be pretty hard on anyone with shit to take care of, like kids, or cats. See?

Even if I want to be a weird spinster I'm going to need to stack up serious seniority before I can get proper started on the crazy amounts of cats.

Dogs are out too since the place is tiny as hell, but it's mine. And the beach is to die for (hah). I'd rather fill my purse with rocks than a toy poodle, then it's just me that sinks when I walk out into the waves.

Maybe I'll get a snake.