Claims. in Whey and Sonic Screwdrivers.

I dragged my feet filing a claim, despite it starting as an online thing. I spent a few minutes with a very burned out claims lady. Even when I’m confused, I still have an animated retail voice over the phone. Look, I’m sorry, but I had to ask “what is a deductible?” Because I just didn’t understand what my choices were between.

I’m sure if you do claims for a living it’s the dumbest, simplest thing in the world, but if you’ve never dealt with insurance, well. Hi. I’ve never dealt with insurance!

I feel so stupid and incompetent. Well, at least given her lack of pulse I won’t be memorable. I may hate phone calls, but I’ve been able to make dispatchers smile over the phone. I think it was last month when my wallet was stolen, when asked by my bank “anything else I can do for you today?” I told her to have a taco.

I got a laugh out of her.

Sure, I call it retail mode, but I know what it’s like to be on the other end.

Glass appointment is on Friday.

Remind me to ease up on my preworkout. I told myself less caffeine, but since I don’t drink, that’s the only drug I’ll do. Didn’t directly aid my workout, but gosh did it put me in good spirits.

Obviously I don’t smoke. Except for how smoking hot I am in bed. I squat and deadlift. I got the bunz to put one in your oven, darling.

…That was supposed to sound self-mocking.

Oh, and if anyone is morbidly curious:

I know, I know, you wanted a shot of my posterior tattoo.