Just realizing that going into teaching probably means I'll never get that job where they demand that I fly all over the world and stay in hotels and order room service. Dammit.
In other news, my brother was in St. Petersburg last week. He took some people to Sbarro's, then went to an Irish pub to watch the Manchester United-Chelsea match and drink Newcastle. Also, he's continuing his themed tour of places with steambaths -- when in Syria, the hammam; Turkey, the Turkish baths; Russia, the banya.
Have I mentioned how wicked jealous I am? Mind you, he's having a better time of it than I probably would, what with the talking-to-strangers thing. Also, there's the being a corporate lawyer thing that paid for this trip, which is probably not my thing.
Poptarts:
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Just talked to former employer, and he acknowledges that he gave me the wrong date on the disability insurance. He misunderstood the question I asked back in October, and there is probably nothing they can do about it.
Well what the fuck did he think you were asking, when you said "when does my disability insurance run out?"
Sorry, was that vehement?
That really sucks, vw!!
probably nothing
Key word: probably, meaning chance for this falling in your favor?
He misunderstood the question I asked back in October
He should have understood the question before giving a date, then.
Let's all focus smiting powers on vw's former boss.
t SMITE!
Lilty, Lilty, Lilty. . . you are behind. We've gone from thinking that Zack/Dana is Mike's son to thinking he might be Mike's nephew.
Well what the fuck did he think you were asking, when you said "when does my disability insurance run out?"
He thought I was asking about COBRA health insurance, which is weird, since I had sent him an e-mail asking about COBRA the week before. He still has the e-mail, though, so he could see what I asked. He knows he messed up, but what can he do? Rules are rules.
He should have understood the question before giving a date, then.
Yeah, really. And I doubt there's much of a chance of this falling in my favor. He's going to call the insurance company to check the policies, but...
There should be some kind of... I don't know, responsibility. Argh.
I suppose it's not feasible to say, "Well, you're the one that got it wrong, so you'll have to come up with the money for the next couple months," though.
he might be Mike's nephew.
What? How would that work?
