Why am I so BORED!?!?
OK, so here I am. Thoroughly bored. It's snowing outside. They said an inch. Who cares? I still have to go to work tomorrow. My boss lives in Snowville, so if I don't go... she can say "Well, um, I'm here!". I hate my job. It's so meaningless. I love the in and out when I please, but the work itself is so snore snore. I used to answer the phone and deal with jerks all day long. However, at least they were LIVE people. Now, I take voicemails off all day long, because the head honcho has been sending a gazillion bills every week now and people are calling like crazy. I hear these messages and talk back to them, because they are so STUPID. People will call their insurance and tell us there is no claim on file, but maybe that is because we have no insurance information, Buddy. Maybe you should give us the information so that we CAN bill your stupid carrier. Then, you can worry about why there is no bill getting paid. And the best part is, I take off all of these messages and half of them are answered back like a month after the person has left it so they are REALLY mad or the other half gets thrown out because people let it sit on their desk and then get rid of them discreetly. We call that "File G". G for Garbage. So, I take messages off for no reason, but someone has to do it. My side gig is taking the faxes and doing whatever they tell me to do. So, someone might fax in insurance information and I would update it in the computer and bill their insurance. Or someone might fax in a letter of necessity from the physician, because the insurance will only cover certain supplies if the physician writes a letter telling them why they should pay for it. Unfortunately, I never get to do this part of my job, because the voicemails are so consuming. So, now I have this giant pile of work that gets given to me daily and I can't even get to it. Where's the justice in that? Nowhere; that's where! I could complain more, but why bother?
What else is new? In a day or two? Nothing. Lou and I had our six month anniversary, but we slept through most of it. I have gotten into a bad habit of napping for like two hours after work. For some people, (i.e. Lou) this only enhances the sleep sector later on that evening. For me, it keeps me awake until 4am. So today, I am writing in this journal to avoid collapsing on a Snuggle-riffic, snowy day. Mmmm... bed. I want bed. But can't have bed. No no no.
In other news, I got pulled over yesterday for speeding. Alas, I had to use my whimsical ways to get out of that... considering I was doing 90 in a 65mph zone. This could have meant double fines. But oh no. The officer lied and said it was a 55mph zone and only issued me a warning. Unless, he was that dumb to think it was a 55mph zone. I don't care, because at least I didn't get a ticket for that. Instead, I got a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt. That's what they give you when you're a girl and speeding and have never gotten a speeding ticket before. 0:^) I would have been in deeper poop if I had gotten it last week, when my license was suspended for an unpaid parking ticket that Lou never paid. I say "Lou" because it was his ticket. but he was driving my car. You can bet your ass that I dragged Lou with me to pay that little baby. It went from $10 to $152. Can you believe that? I was so mad, because he had told me he had paid it. Obviously, that check bounced or never quite made its way to a mailbox. Who knows? Either way, everything is taken care of now.
OK, well I have covered the basics of the last two days. I will leave you with some quotes, because I am THIS bored! Garggghhhh! Want bed!! Yummy napperhead....
Mean Girls
Mr. Duvall: Did your teacher ever try to sell you marijuana or ecstasy tablets?
Student: What are marijuana tablets?
Labyrinth
Jareth: EVERYTHING! Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me and I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down. AND I HAVE DONE IT ALL FOR YOU! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn't that generous?
Ladybugs
[On Matthew's behavior]
Chester: A girl doesn't give the opposing team the finger. A girl doesn't call the referee a blind bastard. A girl doesnt slap another girl on the ass and say, "You're hot stuff!" And a girl doesn't say "I gotta take a leak so bad I can taste it!"
OK, well I have to actually leave the house now, because of an unexpected invitation for dinner at Lou's mom's house. Maybe I will add more later. Anyway, that's all folks!