Pants on fire

I have no patience for liars. I understand there are rules to follow but don't freaking lie to me.

For example: When people call my work and ask for someone's number, I tell them, "I'm sorry, I'm not at liberty to give out any personal information about Mr./Ms. X, but I can transfer you to them or send an email on your behalf."

I don't try and claim that I don't have their numbers. Obviously I do-- I'm sending you to that person.

STORY:

My employee health insurance plan goes through Medco for prescription drugs. In my opinion, Medco is evil. Before we switched, I got my drugs at the supermarket pharmacy that's two blocks from my apartment. I had nice pharmacists who I knew and trusted. Through Medco we are only covered at big chain stores. So I switched to CVS (grumble grumble) where they claim they don't carry certain generic (read: cheaper) drugs so I have to get different ones (grumble).

THEN Medco starts harassing me to sign up for their prescriptions-through-the-mail program cause otherwise I will "waste $800 every year." (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Except my doctor tells me she HATES working with Medco mail and often gets complaints from her patients that they are waiting on urgent meds.

Since I require meds to breathe and breathing is pretty fracking urgent, I passed on the mail-order program.

And like a psycho stalker, they started sending me letters, emails ... they called me at WORK. Today I got an email from my dad saying they called HIS HOUSE. They called my parents to inform them that I am not on the "cheapest drug plan I could be!"

EXCUSE ME?

So I called.

ME: I don't think it's appropriate that I get these calls at work or that you're calling my parents at their home. Please delete my parent's home phone number or make a note in my file that I don't appreciate this.

MEDCO: There's no way for us to make a note or delete a number.

ME: You can't delete a phone number?

*silence*

MEDCO: That's correct.

ME: You expect me to believe you have no course of action when a customer changes their phone number?

MEDCO: Well, then we just update it, we don't delete it.

ME: Okay, well update my parent's number to my cell phone

MEDCO: We already have your cell phone on file. *they had it wrong-- some poor schmuck is probably being hounded for prescriptions by mail and going -- WHAT THE HELL*

ME: I don't care. I don't know why you have my parent's information...

MEDCO: (interrupting) They are your emergency contacts.

ME: Was this an emergency?

MEDCO: We can't delete the number.

ME: (thinking) TRY THE F*$#ING DELETE BUTTON...

ME: (saying) I have been told this program isn't very good but if I sign up to try and and don't like it, can I opt back out and continue getting my drugs at the pharmacy?

MEDCO: Wonderful-- we'll send you information on how to join.

ME: Ummm, that's not what I said... Can you please note that I don't want any outbound calls?

MEDCO: Have a good day.

So basically I just wasted 30 minutes of my life to argue with someone who had no intention of helping me and wanted to pretend you can't DELETE something on a computer.

......


balls.

So true

This commercial made me cry

Winter... again

Monday... my birthday


Tyler, Laura, Jim and I played Bocce ball in the park... in the sunshine.... wearing shorts!

*side note: the boys were blue, notice how bad the girls did on that round*

And then there's today...





May is next week. I'm SO OVER THIS

This is total BS

What month is this again? Oh right.. April. My Sunday project was going to be vacuuming my car and giving it a bath. Guess that has to wait.

*expletive expletive expletive*

Well damn

I should never listen to country music stations. Especially on my lunch break. Cause what happens is I hear songs that make me cry so hard that I hiccup and my eyes get all red. Everyone at work is like "Whoa, you okay?"

Yep, I'm fine. I just made the mistake of listening to the radio...

This is what did me in today:

Depressing news and my thoughts on drugs

Some might say that I'm too interested in pop-culture. And they'd likely be right on the money. I have an obsession with movies-- love to watch them, would love to review them one day. After finishing a film, I often go look it up on imdb.com and read all the trivia, bios of actors, directors etc.

So I was beyond shocked yesterday when we lost an A-list star.

I was at work when, *PING* a pop up window opened. My co-worker types to me, in all caps, "HEATH LEDGER IS DEAD!!!!!"

Immediately I surfed over to cnn.com to confirm the news. I can't say why it made me so sad. It's just such a waste. Details are still fuzzy but supposedly Ledger was found with two bottles of sleeping pills nearby.

Just last week, another young actor, Brad Renfro, lost his life. I remember him fondly from Disney movie "Tom & Huck" and also more serious roles in "The Client" and "Sleepers." Renfro's death is widely believed to be drug-related as well.

..... sigh....

Last night I was rearranging furniture in our apartment and I had the TV on for comfort noise. My silly Vh1 show ended and on came "Celebrity Rehab." I can't handle shows like that. I think it's great to go to rehab and get help, and if you want to put it on TV in hopes of educating others, fine, but I hate watching it.

I'll never forget the night I watched one of those reality shows, "Intervention." They profiled this alcoholic woman who'd lost her children. She got piss drunk on vodka and laid on her floor wailing, "my babies... my babies."

Sorry. No. Can't handle it. Just too frickin' sad.

I can't understand the drug problem in this country. Why would anyone ever do drugs? I get that people have horrible depression, pain and memories they want to escape ... but seriously? You want to turn to THAT to help you? Then again, I'm the girl who freaked when the dentist gave her laughing gas. Clearly, I'm not a fan of feeling higher than a kite.

It's hard to hold empathy in your heart when you don't understand something. There are times when I look at drug addicts on those shows like "Celebrity Rehab" or "Intervention" and I feel anger at them. Here they are, living in a America with apparently enough money to buy copious amounts of drugs. And they're surrounded by caring family who seem willing to do anything to save them. And yet all they want to do is shoot up and cry about how horrible their life is. There are people in corners of this world (Iraq, Darfur...) who know what hell truly is-- and here you are creating your own hell at home-- simply because you can. It's maddening.

On the other hand. We all have our unhealthy vices we turn to. When life gets tough, some turn to casual sex, binge drinking at the bar to blow off steam, self-harm habits like cutting or shopping sprees with money we don't have. Me? I eat chocolate-- and often more than is necessary. Healing with food may not be comparable to healing with heroin but point is, we all make some bad choices in effort to mask pain.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, while I don't understand AT ALL, giving your life to drugs (of any kind) I do understand losing your way, and from what I've read, Ledger was going through some troubled times. It's miserable to think of such a young, handsome, talent gone-- taken from his daughter before she turned 3 and before he turned 30.

I think stuff like this hurts, not because I love the movie/entertainment culture, not even because I had a crush on Ledger back in the 10-things-I-hate-about-you days.... but because I know people like Ledger, who drove their lives into the ground and left us far too soon. And I can recognize.... there but for the grace of God go I.

I want to leave you with this clip. It was on You Tube's "most watched" homepage this morning--


It's nice to remember someone smiling, laughing and talking about their children.

Tact anyone?

I am so mad.

I used to work for a woman who sent out e-mails to all her employees. I no longer work for said woman but still get emails.

Today I got an email from her -- a MASS email that went to 20 some other people with the company, mind you -- about the termination of another employee. Giving details of why that person was terminated. She did it as a cautionary tale, like remember don't do THIS or I will terminate you.

Okay. This pissed me off for several reasons.

#1 It was completely unnecessary to divulge private information like that. If I am ever fired from a job (lord forbid) I'd like to think my boss would respect me enough to keep the circumstances relatively private. At least not send out a god damn email.

#2 The same email could have been sent asking people "Please do not do A, B, or C as it is bad for the company and could result in termination." NO need to make it personal.

#3 This is primarily an all-female work environment and stupid shit like this reinforces stereotypes that women are bitchy and bad bosses. Why get gossipy with all your other employees about another coworkers behavior? COMPLETELY unprofessional.

I wish I had the balls to send an e-mail back reminding her that this information was none of my business and I really don't care to get e-mails like this in the future. The more sane part of my head (and Tyler) remind me that it is unwise to burn brides. SO I shall keep my mouth shut and scream into the void that is my blog and try to remember there are some positives about my former boss. THIS just wasn't one of them.

Lame commercial

Back off girls, this ain't for you

Sorry to rant but I keep seeing this tonka truck commercial that pisses me off. In it the narrator says,

Let's face it, boys are built differently- and WE have the blue print. Tonka, Built for boyhood

Ummm, boys are built differently how exactly? Aside from physical differences I don't think little boys and little girls are that different. Lots of girls like playing with trucks!

Apparently not according to playskool. Girls play with other things. Like the Rose Petal Cottage.






Guess being a girl means you want to keep house and play with a washer and dryer. THAT apparently is a girl's blueprint?

I CALL BS.

Dude, I'm not saying girls shouldn't like to play house-- but little boys play house too, just like little girls play with dump trucks. Stereotypical gender roles are not part of our blueprint --- just our culture.

So, Tonka, get a clue!

PS: If you google "tonka, buillt for boyhood," you get lots of other blogs that are pissed about this. Glad I'm not alone.