Do you ever want to bitch, rant, stomp your feet and scream at the top of your lungs about something or someone until…like, forever? I do. All the freaking time!
It’s hard being me; just an upstanding citizen on the verge of going full Karen all the time.
I had a call earlier with an insurance company on behalf of a client. I imagined the call would be crazy-making. It was crazy-making, and it is still slightly crazy-making.
But what do I do? I take the high road and apply their worthless suggestion.
Years ago, when I repeatedly stormed into my then supervisor’s office and pointed out all the illogical and absurd answers on a licensure exam I was practicing for they listened and empathized. Still, ultimately their advice to me was loud and clear.
Don’t fight the test.
But! But. but.
I am a test fighter, a rule questioner, and a line jumper over-er. I question and fight primarily because I really, Really, REALLY!! don’t like being told what to do.
But where does fighting the test and flipping the insurance company the bird get me?
**Heavy sigh** Nowhere. I’ll take my ball and go home now.
I do understand that not every situation warrants a fight.
But!
Mark my words, and put me down for a reservation for one: When the time comes for a real fight, not the fight for the right to party kind of fight, but for things like human rights or my values –
You better believe I’ll be there.
See you here tomorrow. Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 