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Stupid Things That Make Me Fat and Cranky

Today I am thankful that I learned what is causing my weight gain.



It is Benadryl. 

I take two doses every night.

I take Allegra every morning.

I started to do this when I learned I was allergic to the grass and trees in my front yard.

I discovered this when I found myself fainting during wind storms. 

It turns out I'm allergic to most of the trees indigenous to Colorado.

I was vegetarian at the time.  I learned I was allergic to most of the food I ate.



I loved soy, bananas, wheat, and peanuts.  I used to feel turned on by the way they made my mouth tingle....

Well....that's apparently NOT supposed to happen. 

Later I would learn that I was deathly allergic to shrimp.



So I take allergy meds.

I started taking them in 2010.

I've gained 25 pounds since then. 

I was told it was due to the allergy medications.

I stopped taking them.

I've lost two pounds.....

but I'm sneezing all of the time, my eyes are red and I look like I've been crying.

It sucks.

I should move.

This is hell. 



*******
I am also looking for a new job.

I don't know if I want to say why.....exactly.

I'm being told to apply unethical high pressure sales tactics to seniors looking into Medicare Advantage plans.

I was told my job was to write policies.....even if the plan wasn't a good fit for the consumer.

I was even told to sell plans to consumers that were ALREADY ENROLLED IN THEM!  If the plans continue into next year, why should I re-enroll them?  They don't have to do anything to stay in the plan.  This is an unethical sales practice! 

All that matters to my boss is the number of completed enrollments I submit.

I am at a loss for words. 

I truly am. 



Yes, that is the world of sales

-but-

I am working for a third party vendor

selling plans for a company that employed me six short months ago. 

I know this company very well.

They have a saying....

"Always do the right thing for the consumer."

In fact, my previous boss taped this statement to my desk.

It was the first thing I saw when I got to the office.

It was the last thing I saw when I left.

I wonder if the executives for the company I am selling for know this is happening.

I can't bring myself to lie to consumers.

So far....I haven't been fired.



Honesty and integrity.....that is how the company I am appointed to sell for would want me to represent them.

There was a situation where I did not do what my boss wanted me to do.  In the end, I was able to help the consumer keep her plan by following the advice of a former colleague at the insurance company I sell for. 

It worked.

Sigh.....

I'm tired.

I dislike being unethical for ten hours a day.

I'm looking for a job.

Maybe Medicare sales isn't right for me anymore.  I've never been asked to do anything unethical in this business until now. 

There are laws against that type of thing. 

I can see why now. 

I reason that if I lose my insurance license, I will never be able to retain my psychotherapy registration or afford my malpractice insurance.

If I lose one license, it will impact everything else.

So, I'm looking into driving for GrubHub to support the kids while I get on my feet.  All I need to do is find a decent auto insurance plan that will cover me while I'm working. 

And....I also need to get my Buick fixed.

*******
While driving the kids home from a school event, my car shuddered.

The check engine light came on and started flashing.

The car died.

I panicked.



After a little while I was able to restart the car and drive it home slowly.

I am not allowed to take time off of work to go to the mechanic, so I drove to work.

They're asking me to come in earlier than the local buses run.  It would take me 2.5 hours to walk to this location.

I drove the Buick to work the next day.

I panicked the entire way to work.

I planned on dropping it off to a mechanic after work but I finished up too late.

I wound up panicking while driving the entire way home. 

The next day, I started up the car to go to work and the check engine light was blinking at me.

I panicked.

I drove it.

I have to support the kids.  I'm not getting any help.  I have to keep this job until I find something else.

I was shaking and crying. 



Now, Denver is notorious for its pot holes. 

They are the bane of the city.


Pot holes are like prairie dog holes in the road. 



They are everywhere.

They ruin everything.

Many horses break their legs due to innocent looing prairie dogs.

Many suspensions are damaged due to pot holes.

Strangely....a pothole did me a favor.

I wasn't paying attention and I hit a pothole.

The car dipped down and jumped up.

I hit my head.

On the way down I noticed that the check engine light turned itself off.

I wonder what that was all about?

It doesn't matter.....I'm going to visit Midas on Saturday.

Maybe they can tell me what was happening.



Life is wonderfully bizarre.

May you find work and play that resonates with you. 

May all frightening alarms be false.

Love you lots,

S. 

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