Showing posts with label My opinion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My opinion. Show all posts

Friday, February 22, 2008

Evidently some people think they can get what they want by merely bitching

Along the path of getting to know someone you get to know their boundaries, % of truth and drama they like to have in their life, and whether they are cleansing or toxic to your world. This holds true with friends, people you date, co-workers, neighbors, parents of my son’s friends, teachers, clients, anyone and everyone you come in contact with where character matters. (No I do not pick apart the people at the gas station; all I expect from them is my change and a simple “Have a nice day.”)

A few things people know about me, I am punctual, I do things without having to be asked, and I do things that I may have to apologize for tomorrow but… I DO THEM... I am extremely decisive and while I have been known to keep my mouth shut where wishy-washy people are concerned they always know where I stand.

A little incident at work today got me thinking about people’s character. Some people believe that everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt, some believe that no one does. As for me I give people the benefit of the doubt until they prove that they don’t deserve it and then I treat them the way they treat me.

Today two of my co-workers had a disagreement as to who’s client a policyholder that was ready to sign up should be. One had the household in her name for over a year and had never made contact. The other had been in contact with the future client quite frequently over the past 4 months (there was also a household in his name). When it came to Co-worker 1’s attention that Co-worker 2 had the same household in her name, he asked me what I would do.

I looked at both households and told him that I would just handle it my way and eliminate the possibility of her trying to snake the business from him (there is a way to manipulate the system and make her household go away). I explained that knowing her I fully expect her to be an unfair B**ch about the situation. He chose to play by the book anyway and bring it to her attention (this was at 9:30 this morning). She of course claimed that she has been in contact and that he was trying to steal her policies (that she has never prepared quotes for). They then brought it to my manager’s attention. He immediately (before looking at both households took Co-worker 2’s side - which he does quite frequently). Then looked a little closer and said, “I need to think about this.” As I have stated in past posts…he is an Ass clown incapable of making a decision. It is now almost 3:00 in the afternoon and there still isn’t a resolution to the problem, but it has eaten up the majority of the day being talked about not to mention that the client is waiting for the applications.

Co-worker 1 is totally frustrated with how this is being handled and I don’t blame him. I told him…”I told you this morning that I could have fixed the problem before it started but noooooo, you wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know much but I know people.”

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Dr. God Complex

I have been thinking about how to put my thoughts and feelings on paper now for a few days. I received a call from my mom on Friday morning and she let me know that my grandmother (the hot one) was in the hospital. It’s very strange but the whole week prior to this every time I would see my mom’s phone number come up on caller ID I would want to jump out of my skin thinking she was calling with bad news.

This happens to me sometimes, I knew the last time I spoke to my great grandmother was the last time I would ever speak to her. I had a dream once that one of my girlfriends’ boyfriend had an accident, the next morning I told her my dream and she said you have no idea how weird that is, he did in fact get into an accident last night.

The problem with this half gift is that if I try to look for a feeling or a sense about how something will work out...I don’t come up with anything.

Back to my story…my dad left for the East Coast on Sunday morning to help my Uncle and Grandfather take care of getting my grandmother where she needs to be in order to get better. After getting all the facts as to why she is in the hospital it appears that she is suffering from a Psychotic state induced by her doctor which has her taking 20 different medications. When I asked my mom what meds my grandmother was taking, she read me off a list that completely confused me. Vicodin, for back pain, Zanax for nerves, something to make her sleep, something to keep her awake, Morpohine, something to treat ADHD the list went on and on. My mouth was hanging open and all I could think of was “What the F***”.

Was he trying to kill her while making his Pharm reps happy because he was writing prescriptions for their drugs while getting a free lunch everyday? Does he have a garage full of Ping golf clubs? Does he think his “God Complex Degree” from the University of Somewhere Overseas gives him the right to be careless with what he prescribes? Has he lost touch with why he got into medicine to begin with? Or perhaps the perks ARE why he signed up. I personally don’t think Doctors who are educated in other country’s should be allowed to practice medicine in the U.S. – but that is just my opinion, you don’t need to agree with me and I promise not to attempt to sway you. I also refuse to go to a male gynecologist because what does a man really know about the experience of having female equipment? Answer: About as much as a female knows about the male experience.

This morning when I spoke to my dad he told me the hospital thought that my grandmother could be released tomorrow. What we all want is for her to be transferred into a psychiatric facility to detox her and figure out what medications she actually needs. My guess is Dr. God Complex Degree is once again not looking out for her best interest. The problem here is, how do you override the doctors decision? How do you convince him that what he is doing is wrong? Obveously no one wants to tick him off or embarrass him in front of his colleagues because god knows what the ramifications of that would be.

My dad did say she is still not herself and definitely is still not thinking clearly.

Although she is irritated with the chipping polish on her nails and the gray roots in her hair….these ARE good signs.