You mean this guy? Yeah. Maybe he'll wear the costume again too.
Woo! I vote we see him in more costumes...
d, like the others I hope that you've seen the last of hard times. I'm sorry things are sucking and hope they get better right soon.
MG (hope I'm responding in the right thread), ask the lawyer what recourse you have. It doesn't hurt to ask. Man, I hate insurance companies. Mine has been dicking me around (UHC is much worse than Blue Shield ever was) and I'm having vivid fantasies of kidnapping CEOs, hurting them and making them apply for help via my same insurance plan...
Have a gig on Thursday night. I have an accompanist but there was at least one number I was going to have to play myself because it was too late to teach it to him. I nipped my left middle finger in the back gate tonight. Damnit. I think it's just bruised a bit but it makes something that's already hard for me a little harder. Nuts.
Man, I hate insurance companies. Mine has been dicking me around (UHC is much worse than Blue Shield ever was) and I'm having vivid fantasies of kidnapping CEOs, hurting them and making them apply for help via my same insurance plan...
Now I'm back home, every insurance company covers every qualified practitioner (assuming you have cover for that service). Of the things that pissed me off with the American system, this was probably the biggest.
C'mon... tell us a story.
Sorry to taunt and run, Nicole. Life intervened.
Friend of mine used to date a guy who had ... um ... a foot fetish. I didn't know this until after I had dropped something heavy and quite painful on my foot there one day and he offered to work on it. Has great hands actually.
He's the one who showed up here for what he likely hoped was a booty call a while back with a six-pack of cider. Rubbed my neck, gave me drinks, and then (okay, after I asked) left. I declined the foot massage as it seemed like teasing.
Well, he called and left a message today. Given that I have no interest in him at all beyond being casual and not at all benefit-y friends, I'm putting calling him back off.
[eta: To clarify, it's not the foot fetish that makes me not interested. There are times that might be a bonus. But it's not enough to actually make me interested either.]
The person wanting pictures of feet reminded me...
Now I'm back home, every insurance company covers every qualified practitioner (assuming you have cover for that service). Of the things that pissed me off with the American system, this was probably the biggest.
Forget Canada, I wanna be Australian.
Now I'm back home, every insurance company covers every qualified practitioner (assuming you have cover for that service). Of the things that pissed me off with the American system, this was probably the biggest.
Honey, there is no system. Didn't we make that clear? I worked in the belly of the beast for six years. There. Is. No. System.
Seven hours of uniterrupted sleep! I'd forgotten what it felt like!
eta: Obviously, I really need 8 to speel spell correctly.
Stephanie's being funny. And yay for sleep!
I had a wonderful time at knitting/crochet group last night. And now I'm up and must get ready for work, but I'm terrified of going in. I'll either be fired or won't be fired. And both are terrifying.
WAKE UP!!
And laugh. Or cringe. I did both. Hooked on...Something
Is anyone around? Could I share an e-mail I'm about to send to my boss and ask for opinions?
