Friday, Between the Hours of 9 and 5

Call after call filled the day, folks from Jersey asking questions about insurance claims that likely will never be paid.  Funny how he was so adamant about never having insurance because he was so certain that they were the evil that only helped carry away the whole idea of middle class, the opportunity of a comfortable life becoming ever just out of grasp for more and more of us, and here he is sending those sweet folks up the proverbial river.  Even the ones that told him to go f**k himself, assured that he was a f**k-headed-moron, and they were probably right, even those he felt sick over knowing that he would only be pushing buttons to come up with some new, clever excuse to deny their claim and send them in a tail-spin of ever escalating financial horror.  The biggest trouble was that it was all to easy to not care, he had to convince himself that he was sick over their predicament but that feeling lost its grasp exponentially with each passing caller and each fading memory of refusals.  "You can appeal the claim if you feel it was denied in error," the words left his mouth effortlessly and with even less conviction, they wouldn't ever get paid, they were fucked and they knew it, didn't they?  What could he do, the button pusher, to help other than offer up unrealistic options that would only eat up time and forestall the inevitable; he could even see the blank expressions on their faces as the reality of their futile efforts sank in.

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[Hedra Helix]

duuude that's friggin scary, well well writ but scary! Dont loose heart, be the tiny cog that gets through the clog in the vein. be sneaky but virtuous, I know you can. please.

[Kari [io]]

yeah i cant believe you work there. i cant believe you left starbucks because of corporate bs and now your an insurance w***e. love you though, really, and i mean that.