The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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...How did you meet Sonja, Chuck? You were a bit vague when you introduced us. You left rather suddenly. Dust cloud on the horizon almost as soon as she reached for the paraffin (kerosene to you colonials). I never saw a bear pedal that fast. I couldn't follow, of course, not having finished my grass skirt.

Happy 1000th Sam!

I still get the joke pic when I follow your link to see your face, Sam.

Merle

Ineptitude? Testing the theory "more is better"? Anyhoo, the idea was
I didn't want you to get away without wishing you "Happy 1000th post!"
Guess I could have done it in a more civilized way, however.
But where's the fun in that?!


Happy 1000th post Sam!

I knew Chuck, Postie and Gromit were contagious!! Oh well, too late now. There is no cure.

A very merry unbirthday
To me
To who?
To me
Oh, you

A very merry unbirthday
To you
Who, me?
To you
Oh, me

Let's all congrulate us with another cup of tea
A very merry unbirthday to you

Now statistics prove
Prove that you've one birthday
Imagine just one birthday every year
Ah, but there are 364 unbirthdays
Preciselywhy we're gathered here to cheer

A very merry unbirthday
To me?
To you
A very merry unbirthday
For me?
For you
Now blow the candle out, my dear
And make your wish come true
A very merry unbirthday to you

Spoiler Alert: this is not as lighthearted as the other fun topics in the Cafe today



they changed the payment system for insurance premiums at work. they sent out warnings that if people were not paid up to June 1st by May31 they would revert back to their original medicare. We have had thousands and thousands of angry, confused, irate, people demanding to be heard that they have paid the required premiums and we check and see that they did. They think they are losing ALL health insurance, because of the horrible wording in the original letters.
They decided to call people before they got the letters to clarify the issue, but the other day, an old lady dropped dead of the shock WHILE ON THE PHONE with the out caller. Thank the goddess it was not with me, but instead of addressing this as a company, or even as a team. . . it is not being talked about at ALL but through the back gossip in the break room. It is the last straw for me, unfortunately. I think my job is in jeopardy, because this is not what I signed on for two years ago.

I would not process or deal with this very well if it had happened to me, and I can't stand the constant harassment and anger and bare faced hatred spewing through the phone lines as I have become a bill collector and all of my callers are over 65 years old and on fixed pensions. Talking to a 90 year old woman who is in tears about being one month late for insurance premiums and being threatened with even MORE bills if they don't pay up is what my wonderful job has morphed into. And I am the only one that works the late shift (5 to 8PM) every single night when the greatest concentration of those calls come in.

I have been lulled into a false sense of security by the years of doing a great job and getting paid relatively well. I want to go part time so I can write this summer. I am having an annual review next week and am going to tell them then. If they can't do it. . well

I guess I am unemployed, then. But I can't be involved with someone dying at the moment I am giving information that might be momentous to them even if I am not 'responsible' for their actions, I certainly would not be able to convince MYSELF that!

Merle

Merle

...Hmmm... ...let me refresh my memory... ....ah yes!:
I was alternately playing a trutruka (the strange-looking combination of vegetable-stem trumpet with an animal horn sticking out at a right angle, found in Chile and Argentina)...

...and an Alphorn...

...in an effort to disturb Europe. I thought that I was going into a trance - what with all that inhaling and exhaling, as everything was getting swirly and wavy, and there seemed to be two of me, and some cobra-piping swami suddenly appeared. Turned out, the view was actually being distorted by one of Sonja's heated exchanges with the swami (and his cobra) and some dude who looked an awful lot like me (and who possessed an Alphorn of his own). [They apparently meet on that particular hillock the third Saturday of May each year, and as luck would have it - there I was.] The story gets rather convoluted at this point, but suffice it to say that she kept mistaking "look-alike dude" for me, and her feelings toward him fluxed between "amore" and "flambe". To save my skin, I created a scarecrow out of my clothes, propped it up with the alphorn, and arrivederci-ed nekked (except for the trutruka) into France.

Who'd a thought she'd have shown up again just as we were departing Cahoots on bearcycles?!? That's why I made my (second) hasty escape. Besides, I figured you could use the company while you constructed your skirt. (Wrapping a trutruka around you like a loincloth is quicker, BTW).

To save my skin, I created a scarecrow out of my clothes, propped it up with the alphorn, and arrivederci-ed nekked (except for the trutruka) into France.
...
Wrapping a trutruka around you like a loincloth is quicker, BTW

Thank you.

And happy birthday, Merle.

Who here wants to throw Merle a birthday party?

I don't know. Does Chuck do good portraits of horse's body parts?

Does anyone know what I could get Sonja for dinner? I asked her where she likes to go, and she said "anywhere that's on fire".

Had I attached wax wings to a Valiant and driven off the platform,


... would my performance have been made more valiant?
(just for future reference)

:oops: Sorry, Nan.