I need to withdrawal from my life and move to a Cabin In The Woods, I’m not dealing well with people these days and answering the phone all day at work isn’t helping my cause any.

They said I think I get it, but after speaking to them, I think they don’t.

They smile when they see me and now their leaving. This person has an unexplained effect on me and they smile when they see me. Just the act of being happy to see someone is an amazing thing, especially to its recipient. Now their leaving, moving on, and I won’t get that smile anymore. Why do I let people get close? They always leave and they smile when they see me, showing they value me.

One of my former overlords had a thing about paper clips. They stated we were wasting them so they were no longer going to buy them, despite the fact they were a necessary item in our work. So paper clips became like gold and were hoarded and rarely shared.

Once I left that job I decided to be a bit dickish and ordered 2000 paper clips to be delivered to one of my former co-workers. When my ex-boss saw them they apparently flipped. They even went so far as to call Staples to see who ordered them. When they discovered it was me they eventually allowed the others to use them. What else could be done, they could no longer yell at me, thou they did try to by email which I deleted without reading.

When I started my new job, I was going by the mail room and saw a large bowl of paper clips and took a picture of it. I then forwarded it to my former co-workers with the heading; I found a pot of gold!

Recently I texted my friend over there and asked if they needed more paper clips, their answer was short and to the point, “don’t you dare, I don’t need the grief!”

Once went deer hunting with my father after the doctor had put him on water pills. We blamed him for not seeing any deer that day because he pissed on every other tree in the woods and they smelled us coming.

Actually we were terrible hunters; it was just easier to blame him. Anyhow we really went hunting to go to our favorite dinner afterward.

I was watching the TV show “Alone” the other day when one of the contestants confessed the following: I was dreaming that my wife kissed me so I kissed her back and then woke up to find a slug on my lips. Now that’s camping! Even your shelter can’t keep the locales off you.

The only way to beat authority is to become the authority.

Claimant called to cancel a flight due to an illness of their cousin. We advised them that under the definition of immediate family members, cousins are not covered. Their answer was, well I’ll be marrying them soon, and then they’ll be my immediate family. This just makes me think of 3 eyed babies.

One time at summer camp I was sitting in the nurse’s office when I heard a couple of teens of the female persuasion outside. They were talking to each other saying, he’s not going to know what we need and they were very hesitant in coming through the door. They finally screwed up the courage to enter and before they could say a thing I said: What you want is on the top shelf, there are brown paper bags there also, so take what you need. They were amazed; little did they know they weren’t the first young ladies I’d assisted with this issue.

A neighboring ambulance service got a call for an attempted suicide that just wasn’t meant to happen. This individual was at work as a short order cook when they decided to slit their wrist; luckily they did it the wrong way. When they realized that wasn’t going to work they ran out of the dinner and into the path of a tractor trailer, which managed to stop just short of hitting them. Determined to succeed, they then decided to jump into a nearby river. Being it was February they probably thought the cold water would finish the job. However by this point the fire department was there and pulled them out of the river and the cold water had stopped the bleeding from their wrist. None of this situation is funny, but either someone/thing was looking out for this person or…

Why do people insist on calling from the nosiest place they can find and then get all upset when we can’t hear what their saying and have to ask them to repeat themselves?

A customer knowing their not allowed in Canada decided they liked the ticket price they saw on an internet website and thought it would be a good idea to book a flight with Air Canada. The name should have alerted them to the fact that the transfer hub is in Canada. Common sense you would think.

I was talking to an obnoxious claimant on the phone about their check and felt like telling them; the check is in my back pocket for safe keeping. I’ll mail it to you as soon as I get a chance to cash it and take my transaction and handling fee of 99.1% azzhole.

I really don’t need all this information you’re giving me, so pleaze just shut up!

I believe that once I’ve learned something new during the day, then I don’t have to do anything after that.

One way to find out if you can handle a career in EMS is to do a ride along with an ambulance. On one shift they had an observer that might have seen more than they bargained for. They got called out on a suicide/heart attack. One apparently depressed individual decided to shoot themselves in the head behind a shed and left a note for their spouse with arrows pointing to where they were. Once the spouse realized what the other had done, they started to have chest pains. No one ever saw that observer again, wonder why?

We paid for a trip delay for an individual.  They called in upset because we denied the extra kennel charges for their dog.  Their reasoning they presented was that it was a pet hotel and the plan covers the cost of hotels.  It does, but that’s people hotels, not pet.  Again they argue that the policy doesn’t say it doesn’t cover pets.  The policy doesn’t say anything about pets, because it’s a people policy, not a pet, don’t ass(u)me.  I understand people see their pets as their children, but we’re meanies and we don’t care.

My employer does sell pet health insurance thou, I felt like transferring the claimant over to them, a good lead for a sale.

“I was under the impression” is just another way of saying “I ass(u)med”.  Either way you say it, still a bad idea.

Someone once said to me, “Have a good night”. What if I don’t want to, what if I want to have a miserable night?

You’ve taken an intelligent conversation and reduced it to a stupid one. Once you crossed that line, I’m no longer interested in listening. I have issues when it comes to stupidity and a low tolerance for listening to it.

They said, “I think I have the answer, but I don’t want to think”. I don’t even know how to comprehend that statement.

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My employer wants us to conclude a phone conversation with the phrase “is there anything else I can do for you?” You know good customer service and all that crap. I hate saying it for it tends to open a can of worms, I’d rather just move on, I’m done, no need to prolong it. I recently concluded a call with an 89 year old man with this phrase and his answer was “no, I need a woman for what I want”. I didn’t need to know that or have that image put in my mind.

Why do people insist on giving me so much information, which I didn’t ask for, especially when they have a simple yes or no question?

A claimant started off the conversation with; it’s not cool to have been on hold for 25 minutes waiting for an answer from you, which I knew wasn’t us. Turns out they were on hold at one of our clients and they decided to transfer them to us for some reason and not tell them, so that’s not cool. Me, I’m Joe Cool.

Question: Can I have your name please?

Answer: So you want the name of the passenger?

Response: Are you even listening to me?

I have conversations like this all day long, people just don’t listen!

If you’re pregnant and have booked a cruise, many of the cruise lines are issuing credit if you don’t want to go because of the Zika virus. Well one client was going with his pregnant girlfriend and they decided to cancel. The cruise line then requested some medical information to prove the pregnancy before issuing the credit. During the process of gathering this information it came out that he was not the father of his girlfriend’s unborn child, so now we have a Maury moment, “Ur Not The Father”. I won’t have wanted to be there when that info came to light.

I love it when people threaten us with their lawyer, like that is somehow magically going to change the reality of their situation and put a scare into us. We have lawyers to, who are on salary. So we’re paying them whether their working or not. Are they doing the same? Their lawyer can call ours and they can discuss the reality of the policy with billable hours piling up for them and our billable hours still won’t exist. I wonder if the people who make these threats take that into consideration.

I asked someone where they live and their answer was “I am here”, ok, so where is here? Is it Earth, some other planet or dimension?

I took a claim from one of our clients for the thief of a personal item. This bright American (not really) got off their cruise ship in Brazil wearing a gold necklace with a Krugerrand hanging from it. Then to their great surprise, someone robbed them of it. Hello, why didn’t they just wear a sign, naive American, please rob. The money from it probably feed a family for a week. What’s the price of an ounce of gold this week? The maximum benefit is $200.

I asked my oldest to take down the Christmas lights on the house. They didn’t want to, so they got a hold of my spouse’s phone and texted the next child down the line that they had to take the lights down, representing themselves as my spouse. This did not go over very well, so they may not make it to that next birthday.

Give me plenty of misinformation, so I can build up my false hope and make an uninformed decision.

Had something terrible happen to me today; my phone died! Not just a dead battery, but it died. I woke up an hour later than normal since my alarm didn’t go off and my children were late for school and my whole world was in turmoil. Perhaps if I was in my Cabin In The Woods, this loss of technology won’t have matter. But being I have responsibilities, it unfortunately does. Maybe I should have taken the hint this weekend when it stated to turn itself off and then back on.

When my oldest was about 5 they decided to give themselves a haircut. So I took them to the barber in the hope their hair could be restored to some semblance of normal. While leaving the shop they looked at me with a sad face and said, “I thought they could put it all back”. The barber tried to do a good cut, but my child did a real hack job and their hair turned out really bad. Good news, they never did that again.

I dodged a bullet; they gave some of my co-workers more responsibility, aka promotion, but no raise. That was so close! I just love doing more work without any reward. You want more from me, pay me more, simple concept that most employers just ignore.

I have exacting standards; they are whatever I come up with at the time.

Someone started off the conversation by saying “I don’t know if I like your company”. My answer while professional should have been, “I don’t know if I give a sh*t”. Was I supposed to get upset because they might not like my employer? Should that thought keep me up nights?

My spouse will tell you they raised four children, only three of which they actually gave birth too.

I have a co-worker that I’m of the opinion has some issues (don’t we all). The first thing they ever told me was one of their children had died of cancer. I’m sorry for your loss, but what? This is not an ice breaker topic when you first meet someone. Yes you might discuss your children, but not the dead ones, at least not until you get to know the person better. I kind of remember from my psych 101 class that this is a major red flag. They seem like a nice person, but boy I hope their getting grief counseling.

Stop talking in circles, your making me dizzy!

A client called in to file a claim with a certain reason for cancelling their flight in mind, which I knew wasn’t covered as soon I heard it. As I explained the specified reasons for coverage, they realized their original reason wasn’t going to fly, like them. Then their reason for canceling started to evolve to match the policy. I wonder what the final reason will have evolved into once the claim is submitted and how were they going to creatively prove it?

My children go to summer camp every year with their youth group.  It’s a nice camp and has a shower installed at each tent site.  The newest children in the group are referred to as first years.  The only contact they want with water is the lake.  So we have instituted Wash Up Wednesdays where any child that hasn’t showered yet is required to do so, swimming in the lake is not an acceptable excuse, since no soap/shampoo was involved.  That way; we can truly tell their parents that they took one shower or at least actually entered the shower.  By the end of the week, I’m glad I have no sense of smell.

I remember a parent of a first year coming up to me after camp; they had packed their child a change of clothes for every day of the week and had placed them in plastic bags in daily order in the child’s trunk.  When they picked the child up, the cloths were still in that order and never touched.  The child had basically worn the same cloths all week, even after we made them take a shower.  They were having too much fun to do silly things like change their cloths.  By the end of the week they were Pig Pen from Charlie Brown along with many of their peers.

People need to relax and get a sense of humor, really they do!  I’m not going to stop being me just because one person doesn’t get it.  I get them; maybe they should return the favor.

People like to say “I’m a nervous wreck”, I don’t know about that, I went too many wrecks in my ambulance days and I don’t recall any of them being nervous.

Went on a recent camping trip with my kids youth group. One of the parents wanted to know if the cabin we were staying in had running water. I said sure, hand your child some water bottles and tell them to run in circles, walla, running water. We were lucky there was heat. Last year when we arrived at this camp, only 1 of the 2 heaters were working in the cabin and the only wood for the stoves was very green, with 2 feet of snow on the ground and darkness covering any other source. When we woke up the next morning it was -1 outside and 28 degrees in the cabin. Our kids were prepared for this, but that’s cold. Of course that night we had our fires blazing and had to open windows. This trip I brought firewood, fool me once.

Had a boss once that wanted us to tell them when the office equipment broke down. But they were such a sarcastic dick that no one wanted to approach them about anything. So we’d rather leave the equipment broken then tell them, made life easier, but pissed them off, which was ok by us.

I’m not really here today, I’m somewhere else, and I just don’t know where it is. I feel something that I can’t explain. It’s a strange sensation, like something might have happen, but not. Very confusing.

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You know playing the lottery is like praying to God, the answer is often no.

I’ve always wanted to put together a kit that would allow me to drop everything with no prep and go camping. I have recently been able to assemble this and now store it in my car. I have everything I need food, water and shelter with many basic amenities, even have the ability to generate small amounts of power to recharge items. If I restrict my food intact to 2 meals a day (1000 calories, I can afford to lose some weight), I’m good for a week, less if I’m a pig and don’t control myself. Plus I have the means to gather other meals and purify water. I’ve even included a roll of toilet paper, because with my luck, I’d pick a poison ivy leaf to wipe my butt with (never could tell the difference) and I want no regrets in my end. So now I’m prepared, all I need is an excuse to use it. But boy, that bag is heavy.

My mother in law use to say my real name was Kurt, since she believed I was very Kurt on the phone. OK, so I get to the point, I spend a lot of time talking to people on the phone and my philosophy has always been like the old TV show, “Just the facts ma’am”. I don’t want the fluff, just the substance of the issue.

I inadvertently hit the button to buy the insurance, but I don’t want it. Stupid brain! Always getting me into trouble! Yes we’ll refund the money, but please control your clicking finger in the future; those icons don’t click themselves you know.

Had a claimant call from a hilltop while they were watching a river flood over its bank and slowly swallow up their home. They figured they’d start the claim now, since there was nothing else they could do at that moment, but feel utterly helpless.

I’d rather have someone tell me what to think, than think for myself. But then it occurs to me that maybe I should think for myself and don’t let other people do it for me. My philosophy for life is just a tad mixed up.

What’s your call back number just in case I decide to hang up on you?

One day after a rather severe thunder storm I came across a crow that had been beaten up by it and was too weak to fly. I also noticed a cat coming in for an easy meal. So I captured the crow and housed them in our pigeon coup. Now I know what pigeons eat, but had no clue as to what a crow might like. Being the internet wasn’t invented yet; I waited to go to school the next day and looked it up in an actual book (how quint). One of the things I noted was they liked eggs. So when my parents weren’t looking I acquired a couple from the fridge and feed them to the crow. Why might this be important? The crow ate them; eggs shell and all and it just astonished me. It had never occurred to me that anything would eat egg shells, ok I was naive.

A couple of days later I released the crow and my stint in wild life rehab was over. When I was releasing the crow it grabbed one of my fingers and didn’t seem too interested in letting go until it realized it was free.

A person calls in and has a legitimate claim for a refund but is too lazy to fill out the claim form. So they state we are selling a scam and they are never going to buy our insurance again. A scam? I just told you that if you fill out the form you can get your $1000 back, but you insist it’s a scam? I’m so confused; you have decided to forfeit the money because you have to file paperwork? That’s just a stupid, idiotic decision on their part. Pleaze let me have my Cabin In The Woods!

Someone wanted to know if we could pay their claim without the doctors response because the doctor is being a pain in the azz and not filling out the form. I advised them that although the doctor maybe a pain in the azz it’s not a specified reason for coverage. Plus if the doctor is refusing to fill out your form, you might want to consider why this is the case.

It’s nice to have a purpose; maybe someday I’ll find it.

When I was working EMS at college we had a psych patient/student that was in the habit of not taking their medications. This resulted in a lot of calls for them since once off their meds they would do a lot crazy stuff while attending classes. In fact we got called out so much for them that we created a code just for them. If the call out was for a 9-41A, no further information was required other than location, the A was the first letter of their name. Normally a 9-41 was just a psych call.

I tell myself I don’t care. But that’s a lie, I care deeply, but I’m powerless to change anything. So I put forth the notion that I don’t care, because it’s simply causes too much pain to do so.

So let me clarify, you screwed up your booking, not us, but you and it’s our fault? Then you state you are not going to do business with us again because you messed up and want us to compensate you for your stupidity, but we can’t. I think we can continue to thrive without your business.

They were going to Niagara Falls and wanted to book a hotel on the US side, knowing they weren’t allowed in Canada. But a lack of attention on their part and they actually booked a hotel in Canada, but that’s our fault. Way to own your stupidity by blaming everyone else; no wonder Canada doesn’t want you!

Someone called demanding that our medical coverage be primary for them. I told them we only offer secondary coverage and their medical claims have to go through their primary first. Their answer was they don’t give a crap how the policy is written (reality) they want us to be primary. They then threaten us with their lawyer (yawn). I advised them that any good lawyer who reads our policy is going to tell them the same thing I said. They then state that they don’t give a crap about their lawyer’s opinion. Ok, so you’re going to hire a lawyer, pay them probably more than your claim is worth and then call their opinion a load of crap and ignore their advice because it doesn’t conform to your delusions. Wise move, not! They also like to say crap, a lot, I suppose they could have been saying sh*t, so I shouldn’t complain. This person is having a real struggle with their concept of reality.

I try not to think; so then I’m not disappointed in my answer.

My employer wants us to change our mindset. Problem is, my mind is already set and I have no desire to adjust it.

My spouse works for the USPS and has seen many strange things pass through. The other day a package broke open and was spewing confetti shaped like penises all over the place as it traveled down the belt. If it’s like any other confetti, they’ll be finding little penises for months to cum. Someone suggested maybe the package was headed for Trump?

Had a client call because we denied part of their claim for a simple reason; the policy doesn’t offer that kind of coverage. Their argument went as follows; the policy doesn’t say it doesn’t cover this item. I advised the policy doesn’t say anything about covering this item or not covering it, since it’s simply not written into the policy. It’s just not part of the policy they bought. Can’t ass(u)me because you find no mention of something in an insurance policy, that it is a reason for coverage. (Plus they were being a real dick)

I’ve also taken calls from people who wanted to file claims for home maintenance on their home-owners policy. They figured that they bought a policy for upkeep to their home, nope, no mention of it in that policy either. I need windows; maybe my home-owners insurance will replace them, not!

I always doubted my sibling’s sense of direction when it came to hiking, but on one trip it became apparent they couldn’t read a map either. It was a hot August day and we were running low on water when we came upon a trail junction. We were heading to one particular mountain when my sibling decided to study the map. According to their interpretation of it, if we headed in another direction there would be a stream about 10 minutes away where we could get more water. So we decided that since it was a short walk we’d leave all our gear at the junction and just carry our water bottles. It turned out the 10 minute walk was actually about 90 minutes downhill, which made it even longer going back up to the junction. This being the case, we drank most of the water on the way back and were in the same position we were in when we had left for the 10 minute walk. I never trusted my siblings map reading skills after that. (This is the same sibling that left the lug nuts off) Also as a FYI; if you think downing a large quantity of cashews after eating nothing for hours, plus walking in the heat is a good idea, no it isn’t, they don’t taste as good coming back up.

This is what we found when we arrived at the stream, August 1980

You can’t stop the news, but you can ignore it!

On one trek through the woods we started up a mountain on our agenda. It was a nice sun shiny day at the start and we gave little thought as to the weather. We’d been hiking for three days so we had no clue about the weather anyhow. (smart phones not invented yet) As we were approaching the peak unbeknown to us a thunder storm was approaching from the other side of the mountain. By the time we realized what was happening it was too late to go back down so we had to find shelter quickly. We managed to find a small over hang that barely keep the rain off us, but it was all we had. So we rode out the storm, on the top of the mountain with lightning striking everywhere and with us trying not to establish a personal connection with any of it. This was one of the few times in my life when I thought I was done for. Another time was when a nose of a bear appeared in the flaps of our tent sniffing to see if we had any food (I was 12 at the time), there was no food to be had, but they probably did smell my crap. Also if you are running from a bear, make sure you’re a faster runner than at least one of your companions.

Actually flew on this plane, but I don’t think they’ll let me back on, got air sick, missed the airsick bag.

Your life is just a facade, inside you’re just a scared little child who just wants everyone to love them, but you don’t understand why they don’t?

This is the third or fourth time I’ve called on this issue and you people keep giving me the same answer. Then stop struggling with reality, accept the answer. Then pleaze stop with your delusion that the answer might change if you ask enough of us.

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My competence can be called into question, since I’m no-where in particular and I claim nothing and sacrifice everything. So please don’t ass(u)me, because of the way you understood it.

A lady called, wanted to know why we only paid her claim, but not her husbands. I looked at the claim; she only listed herself on the form, no spouse and each person is individually insured. She then wanted to know why we didn’t know her husband was also claiming a refund. Why would we? How would the claim adjuster (a perfect stranger) that knows nothing about you other than what’s on the form submitted be aware of your husband? We can’t ass(u)me even though she did. Once again, were not using our crystal ball, the data charges are too outrageous!

With the Zika virus running amok I asked a client if his wife was pregnant (cruise line accommodating this) his answer was I have several small children. Sorry, that’s not the answer to the question I asked. I wasn’t asking about the children you’ve already made, but the one you might be in the process of making.

It’s very strange when I hear someone in the bathroom stall next to me is toilet texting. Are they multi-tasking? Pushing buttons while pushing out sh*t?

One of my friends is a divorced mother of three with an ex-husband who seems to think that child support was a suggestion the judge made. At times she would call him at his apartment and would hear a smoke alarm in the back ground chirping away. She called one day to ask for the missing child support and he told her, he wasn’t paying because he had returned to his home country. There was just one problem with this statement, the smoke alarm was still chirping away in the background, busted!

One of my siblings changed a flat tire on their Le Car a long while back and neglected one important thing, to put the lug nuts back on. A short time later they were driving the car and off came the tire. It then proceeded to land in the nearby creek and floated down it. Luckily about a mile and half downstream the tire got hung up on a tree branch before it made it out to the lake. This is where attention to detail would have been a good thing in avoiding this situation to begin with.

My spouse asked me if I feel The Bern, I stated I use to, but I got an ointment and it went away.

On one call Jesus Christ (self-proclaimed) was walking down the medium of the highway buck naked proclaiming he was going to cut off his right hand because it was causing him to sin! He had a butter knife. Not much chance of that actually happening.

Do I need to fill out this claim form you sent me and return it? No, it’s just for you, print it out, hang on your wall and then admire our gift. My employer is just in the business of sending out claim forms because they consider it fun! It’s just what we do. We don’t expect to get them back. Our corporate mission after all is to wipe out a forest and fill the world with meaningless paperwork.

Whatever stupid thing you want to say next is not important since I’m no longer listening and were done (I’m now simulating me slamming done the receiver)!

One Saturday afternoon we were sitting at the station house when a car pulled into the parking lot and a man ran up to our door to tell us that his 16 year old had shot herself in the foot. Apparently he was out teaching her how to shoot a .22 and the lesson didn’t go so well. Luckily, she was a bad shot and the bullet missed all her foot bones and was only a flesh wound. When we alerted dispatch that we were out on a call and it was a walk in (ok limp in) gunshot wound every police officer in the county seems to have appeared at once. Had to ask them to move their patrol cars so we could transport the patient, we had 3 parked in front of the bay.

I’ve written a lot of stuff for this blog, some good, some crap, but all of it was fun! Plus it keeps me sane and helps me sort things out.

I know you’re hurting, but that doesn’t give you a license to be a dick since you’re the one that made certain ass(u)mptions that turned out to be totally wrong, oops!

For a couple of summers I worked as a camp nurse, good money and I didn’t have to sleep with the kids in their cabins, they never sleep, to excited. At one camp it was the first week, so I was an unknown commodity to the staff. This camp was very rocky and had edged rocks sticking out all over the place. One of the campers tripped while running and split open their leg. So I bandaged it up and loaded them into the camp van to go to the hospital. Well the asst. director who hadn’t seen the injury decided to go with me and I sensed doubt in their voice about the need to go to the ER. This was the only ER I ever been to that you had to knock on the door and wait for someone to answer, let’s just say, it was small. Once the nurse removed my bandage at the hospital and the asst. director actually saw the wound, they then proceeded to threw up. The child needed 15 stiches; it was a real nasty gash. The asst. director never doubted my judgment after that.

There was another camp I worked at that would bring in under privileged children to camp for a free week. One child arrived with stiches in their arm and I was caring for them. A couple of days into their stay they got a chemical in their eye so I took them to the ER to make sure there were no issues. While checking out the injured eye the doctor of course checked the other eye and they discovered a scratch on the cornea. When the doctor questioned the camper about it, they stated they had also done this in camp. When I asked them why they hadn’t come to see me about it, they stated they didn’t want to bother me since I was already caring for their stiches. This child was obviously not use to getting consistent medical care. Nice thing about these jobs, I had my Cabin In The Woods, I just couldn’t keep it, bummer.

Life has given me lemons and boy do they make my face look funny.

Why is it that the people who put toilet paper on the seat of public toilets, then leave it on the seat for the next person to clean up? If you’re such a germophobe, use your foot to clean up after yourself, pleaze!

Ran into one of my coworkers on the way in to work the other day. They started to tell me how sick they were the day before and were wondering how busy we were and if we missed them? Well with my powers of great observation, I didn’t have the heart to say: I never noticed you were out sick. While they’re in the same department as me, I don’t necessarily notice them if I’m not looking for them. I just found it sad that I hadn’t noticed them out sick.

I was explaining the medical portion of a policy to someone who was clearly intelligent and understood what I was explaining. Yet they wanted to argue with me over little points of the policy. This isn’t virgin territory for me and if you ask my spouse I probably explain it in my sleep. But they kept arguing, trying to get me to say something different so they could twist my words around. Sorry, I’m not new to this and I’m not going to change what I’m saying since they are the facts, better luck next time.

As my Dad use to say; if they had half a brain they’d be dangerous.

After Reading this maybe I should rename my Blog?

An Ozark hillbilly is an individual who has learned the real luxury of doing without the entangling complications of things which the dependent and over-pressured city dweller is required to consider as necessities. The hillbilly foregoes the hard grandeur of high buildings and canyon streets in exchange for wooded hills and verdant valleys. In place of creeping traffic he accepts the rippling flow of the wandering stream. He does not hear the snarl of exhaust, the raucous braying of horns, and the sharp, strident babble of many tense voices. For him instead is the measured beat of the katydid, the lonesome, far-off complaining of the whippoorwill, perhaps even the sound of a falling acorn in the infinite peace of the quiet woods. The hillbilly is often not familiar with new models, soirees, and office politics. But he does have the time and surroundings conducive to sober reflection and honest thought, the opportunity to get closer to his God. No, in Southern Missouri the appellation ‘hillbilly’ is not generally an insult or an indignity; it is an expression of envy.

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To teach them a lesson, let’s riot and destroy our own community, that’ll show them were serious! The logic behind this idea is flawed to say the least. When you destroy your own community how does that affect those outside of it; even those that you believe are oppressing you? How does this motivate them to do anything to help you or improve the living conditions? Your destroyed community doesn’t really affect them that much after all and they’ll probably avoid going there, so why should they care?

Another side effect of this; any businesses that were destroyed during the riot may not come back afterwards and may not be replaced by another, thus diluting your community from their absence. So in the end, the community is declining instead of improving and they still don’t care; despite whatever they might have promised after the riot. It’s a troubling cycle that may never end.

I’ve never reached my peak in life, basically because I never lifted off.

You never stop learning, you just stop caring.

I spent 12 years working on ambulances in a volunteer and paid capacity as an EMT, even dispatched some. Never opted to become a paramedic thou, I could tell when a heart rhythm was bad, but it was Greek to me as to what it might mean, so knowing my limits, I declined training. During these times I responded to countless 911 calls and transported many sick people. One time we were treating a lady for a head injury and she remembered falling down the stairs and correctly answered every question we asked of her (Reagan was president) and her pupils were PEARL. So we released the paramedics and set to transport the patient. As soon as they drove away, the lady looked at me and said, “Who are you and what’s going on”? I couldn’t radio the paramedics fast enough!

My career in EMS started off really slow. My first call was a; I’ve fallen and can’t get up. We had to force our way into the house, but in the end we only picked the senior up and put them back in their chair. No injuries. Later that night another crew got called back after they fell again and this time they had broken their leg, so they were finally transported.

My last call also started out slow, but ended very differently. We got a call to transport another senior to the hospital who had broken their hip a few days earlier, so no big rush. They had finally conceded to their family that they were in fact hurt. While driving to the hospital we heard a call out for a head on collision on the highway we were traveling down. As we came around a corner there it was. I stayed with our patient and my partner went out to help. Apparently some teens were racing their cars and one jumped the medium and collided with the other car that was heading to a mall that had a husband and wife in it. The wife was trapped in the car and the husband was free, but injured. The teen wasn’t wearing their seat beat and went through the windshield and was in the road not moving. My partner went to assist the couple since there was already someone with the teen. Once the regular EMS arrived they got back into our ambulance and finished transporting our original patient and I haven’t worked as an EMT since. Not a bad way to end it though. By then my back and mental health had suffered enough and it was time to move on to what became a career in insurance with a stop along the way at a funeral home.

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Post #150

I want both the money back I paid for my ticket and a full credit for a future flight, with the rebooking fees waved because I’m greedy and don’t have a clue. Plus I don’t want to put out effort to get any of it, just give it all to me.

Actually the reality is; you have to file a claim, fill out the paperwork and submit it for review. If it’s approved, we then give you back all the money you paid for the ticket and you are made whole again. Then the credit will just go away since you’re not entitled to it anymore. If it’s not approved; you’ll still have the credit, but the airline will still demand $200 to use it, because their even greedier than you. After all you should pay to use a credit shouldn’t you!

One of my siblings took their two youngest boys to the pediatrician for a checkup. At the end of the exam the doctor asked them if they had any questions. One of the boys piped up and asked, “why is his bigger than mine?” Apparently they had been comparing them and he was concerned. It’s not the size that matters, but what you do with it that counts, right?

When you put in an insurance claim, you have to prove what you’re claiming; they’re not going to take your word for it (those days are long gone). Actually had a claimant call in upset because; “I verified the flight delay with my personal email, so that’s all that is necessary”, no, not really, we still need actual proof from the airline. I guess they have a perceived sense of importance so their word is golden and we shouldn’t doubt it, but alas, we still do. How inconsiderate of us. Undoubtedly, their valiant struggle against reality will continue and yet we still can’t pay their claim. This is but another situation where no matter how much you yell, you still aren’t getting paid. Proof is golden, your word is not.

Had a thought (ouch), with smartphones, you can’t slam the receiver down in anger to hang up, since it doesn’t have one and doing so would break the phone. I miss that.