musings for the half-hearted.

Driving from an insurance meeting (to be discussed later) this morning and back to my office, it was all I could do to turn up loud, angry music to drown out some thoughts. It's a rare occasion that I have moments like this, but like my brother told me a couple days ago, "Just listen to some music. You'll feel better." He's always right with that. Soooo I listened to Sun's Gonna Rise for a little inspiration (not angry, I know, but therapeutic nonetheless) then went through a shuffle until I could find something loud and even borderline obnoxious, particularly at the volume I was blasting it. Yeasayer, Florence + The Machine, Outkast. I'm pretty sure Outkast ended up being my favorite--Gasoline Dreams--a little anti-American of them, but whatever, they just needed to say what they needed to say. It all was wrapped up with my favorite song in the universe: Your Body is a Wonderland. Yes, yes it is John. That song still makes me happy, even after 8 years of constant replays in my car. And I'm not even ashamed to admit it.

But onto happier? musings . . . I attended my second elite insurance group meeting this morning and by gum this one was actually good. I still don't really know what I'm doing there and continue to get weird looks that say, "Um, excuse me honey, the mall is that way," or "I wish my boobs were still above my belt line," or "Ha I'd like to see you try to come up with a sweet insurance claim story that can top what I've experienced in my 20+ years here--I'm a veteran, bitch, start taking notes . . . " Really endearing. I walked in and immediately was greeted by someone who said in a very patronizing tone, "Oh and don't even worry about being late because we're having some technical difficulties . . . (as if I cared about being late) but go ahead and have a seat; breakfast is in there." I forced a polite smile and found a seat in the back (thank God).

The information from today's presentation was really interesting (one point: my job). What of course was more entertaining to me were the severe techincal difficulties they kept enduring, particularly because it was being run by a group of private investigators, or as they more affectionately refer to themselves: "gators." These gators all looked and sounded the same. Mid-forties, slicked back hair, relatively fit, tight pants not leaving enough up to the imagination, and voices so soft I forgot a couple times I wasn't actually sitting in a library learning about Mr. Dewey and his silly system. After two hours of build-up and those same two hours of fanangling with a Quicktime app to show a video, we got to watch 5 minutes of a man walking to and from a doctor's appointment and around his filthy yard. Negative five points to the presenters for falsely advertising an awesome vid. Good thing we were ensured an email that will contain all content: video, powerpoint and presentation synopsis. My palms are sweating just thinking about seeing that in my inbox! Regardless, as I mentioned before, this was definitely a step up from my prior experience. I enjoyed the information just as much as the malfunctions and of course even guffawed a little bit at some people's goofy remarks and references to their "real-world" experience. <--To which I received a few brow-raises. Pardon my inability to take too much too seriously.