Me, I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
I don't think there is anything that makes me more defensive than filling out applications for health insurance. I just completed three. (And yes, my job does provide coverage, but insurance companies are so wicked, our current coverage has just been terminated, so we all have to apply with other companies).
It raises my hackles enough that you have to describe in detail your height, weight, medical history down to a sneeze for the last 24 months...but they also ask ALL of that information about my spouse. I don't cover my husband. His job gives him insurance, my job gives me mine. That doesn't matter though, the insurance companies want his vital statistics just cause. RAWR GIT AWAY FRUM MAH HUZBIN!
So on the one hand, my attitude is "I weigh 100 pounds and have never seen the inside of a hospital." On the other hand, my job is all about truth AND my chosen field just happens to be insurance defense. So I get why they are making with the inquisition.
I met my applications somewhere in the middle. Glossed over enough to appear absurdly healthy (which I actually am comparatively speaking), but the omissions, should they be questioned, can be defended as benign and/or erring on the side of caution in the face of an application that was overly broad, vague, and ambiguously worded.
In other news: got a bad case of the grumps. Some very minor things are afoot, that are quite trivial, but still making me growly. And that in turn is making me want to write fic. Mean, vulnerable, realistic, everyone has shit days fic, but I can't decide on a pairing. And I actually have such a backlog of Sephiroth/Cloud, I am wondering if I should actually post it to a comm.
I wish Dexter was more slashable. Or at least that he would hurry up and evolve into a personality, because it is impossible to eroticize Mr. Existentialism. (unless you're Wong Kar Wai). Ohhhhhhh if only Dexter had been played by Takeshi Kaneshiro. That would change everything.
Also, Doaks? I'm trying to like you. I really am.
It raises my hackles enough that you have to describe in detail your height, weight, medical history down to a sneeze for the last 24 months...but they also ask ALL of that information about my spouse. I don't cover my husband. His job gives him insurance, my job gives me mine. That doesn't matter though, the insurance companies want his vital statistics just cause. RAWR GIT AWAY FRUM MAH HUZBIN!
So on the one hand, my attitude is "I weigh 100 pounds and have never seen the inside of a hospital." On the other hand, my job is all about truth AND my chosen field just happens to be insurance defense. So I get why they are making with the inquisition.
I met my applications somewhere in the middle. Glossed over enough to appear absurdly healthy (which I actually am comparatively speaking), but the omissions, should they be questioned, can be defended as benign and/or erring on the side of caution in the face of an application that was overly broad, vague, and ambiguously worded.
In other news: got a bad case of the grumps. Some very minor things are afoot, that are quite trivial, but still making me growly. And that in turn is making me want to write fic. Mean, vulnerable, realistic, everyone has shit days fic, but I can't decide on a pairing. And I actually have such a backlog of Sephiroth/Cloud, I am wondering if I should actually post it to a comm.
I wish Dexter was more slashable. Or at least that he would hurry up and evolve into a personality, because it is impossible to eroticize Mr. Existentialism. (unless you're Wong Kar Wai). Ohhhhhhh if only Dexter had been played by Takeshi Kaneshiro. That would change everything.
Also, Doaks? I'm trying to like you. I really am.