dude, the question was rhetorical. Just for funsies. Did you have to sell your sense of humor to pay your heating bill or something?

Sometimes I think human services is excellent work excepting people.

Yah. My Job would be so easy if it wasn't for the policyholders, brokers, suppliers and underwriters ...

'Good morning, you're through to DanaC in the claims team, could I take your full name please?'

'Joseph'

*blinks*

'Thankyou, and your surname please?'

'Bloggs'

'Thanks. And do you have a policy number or claim reference I can take?'

'No'

'Ok, that's fine, could I take your post code?'

'AA1 1AA'

'Thankyou, and are you calling about an existing claim or to register a new one'

'Well, I don't know - I called last week'

'Right, ok, I can have a look and see if anything was registered'

'Well - I've got a claim number...'


*shoots self in the head*

Anyone who works with, or for, the Great British Public has my undying admiration.

Having 'served' a subset of the public for years in a previous life, the thought of having to deal with them en masse brings me out in a cold sweat. :eek:

You have my sympathy.

Many of the people I speak to are lovely. Most are fine - some are funny, some are heartbreaking, and some you're thankful for only having to be a part of their life of for a few minutes.

Pardon me, I forgot about your fucked up Brit humo(u)r.

Looks like the beginning of a new fad:

To Get Medicaid in Kentucky, Many Will Have to Work. Advocates for the Poor Are Horrified.

Able bodied adults, who don't have State approved mitigating circumstances, will have to work at least part time to get into the State healthcare program and to remain there.

They actually expect people to stop freeloading on their government! Oh those wily Kentuckians.

Yeah, if anyone gave a shit, that might be newsworthy.

It was random, though.

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Who is he dueling?

No no, DOODLING... ;)

Maybe he's a Yankee Doodling Dandy.

Could be "walk ten paces, turn and fire!" rules in effect.

That's how gunfighters used to train back in the ol' days. They'd stand there while the sun was going down until the angle was just right; then, see if they could outdraw their own shadow. The wait was a grueling ordeal that taxed the nerves and hardened them.

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I once won a staring contest with my own reflection.