Wednesday, September 14, 2005 boredom insurance
For some reason, my job thinks I'm full time, so I was able to sign up for health insurance today. It's going to kill me. I don't know how I am going to afford my diamond stick-pins and condor's eggs now, because they did not take into account the lifestyle to which I have grown accustomed when they decided how much to charge. I guess I'll save cash by cutting out fruits and vegetables, because the bars of Baltimore need me.
The Insurance Challenge is to fend off the legion gods of Go Fuck Yourself, Cara (official religion of several major islands) and not become sick or hurt until coverage starts in a few weeks. Luckily, being semi-prepared will mean that I will avoid major roller derby injuries until the day after I let the coverage lapse.
In other boring news, it seemed about to rain when it was time to go to lunch today, and since the coffee shop next door has taken a hard-line stance against salon employees sitting under their awnings, I walked up the street and ate my food under the sheltered bus stop on the corner. A few minutes later, a bus pulled up, and I kept sitting there, calmly eating my lunch.
Only later did I realize that I was perpetuating the harmful stereotype that people who linger in the vicinity of bus stops are just there to enjoy the atmosphere. Bus drivers use this common myth as ammunition in the War Against Stopping. I felt like apologizing to God. I also felt that way earlier today when I insinuated to a stylist that her client might be a werewolf. That was wrong on my part. It was just a dude. They're all just dudes. posted by Frenz | 9/14/2005 09:37:00 PM
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