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| 04.29.05 (8:38 pm) [edit] |
In light of tonight's premier of the movie The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, I would like to clarify that the name of my blog existed two years before the debut of the current theatrical production.
I rightfully stole the title from the original book of the same name.
That will be all for now. You are dismissed.
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| <|> Life, the Universe, and...Insurance? <|> |
| 04.28.05 (3:52 pm) [edit] |
Well, things are good now. Life is settling down. I'm settled into my new home in my new city, have my new job, new car...
I now work for a big disability and life insurance company, and I've realized that there is no industry more boring than that. The very people that work in insurance seem to lose all of their interesting qualities as soon as they walk through the door. They become bland wafers of corporate labor, devoid of any flavor or spark of interest.
The very nature of the industry's product fosters an environment of mind-numbing sameness and colorless continuity. The customers who are insured are not big fans of change when it comes to their coverage, so there is very little change in the industry as a result. It's funny to me after three months with the company just what sort of things make insurance types excited. Most people get a rush over normal things, such as bungee jumping, skydiving, repelling, driving fast, performing in sports, etc. But the insurance employee lacks the daily emotional input to support that kind of excitement. Such things would probably result in cardiac arrest. The things that make these guys moisten their panties are unusual policy provisions, slight alterations in "workflow", customers with unusual medical conditions...I'm guessing that life in front of a computer, contemplating things such as risk, premiums, and height/weight charts, somehow constrains the mind into a realm where everything is a quantifiable risk. If it's too risky, it's not worth doing.
I guess I'll never make in the insurance industry. I'm just what they hate! I drive too fast, smoke too many cigars, drink too much bourbon, and leave my office every day feeling that I've actually just woken up after 8.5 hours of a light doze. I'm sure that the industry's inherent stability will give these guys a job long after I'm too old to report to work, but I'm not looking for that sort of long-term occupational support. I'd rather do what fancies me at the moment, work where I get genuine fulfillment from my job, live life the way that brings me true happiness, and let the chips fall where they may. Call me an epicurean if you will, but I know that I'm only on this planet for a limited amount of time. Who knows? Maybe when the cards are down and I'm all in, I'll end up with bullets in the pocket.
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