Twitter Quip

    Counting Magic’s pills until they’re gone

    I saw a commercial the other day for pharmaceutical school. What sorta education is required to be a pharmacist? You gotta be able to find the medicine prescribed by the doctor–on your shelf–and you gotta be able to count out the number of pills he prescribes. As far as I can tell, all you need is basic reading and counting skills. Your average sixth grader oughta be able to do that. Pharmaceutical college? Yeah, it’s called grade school.

    On November 7, 1991 Magic Johnson announced to the world he was HIV positive and retiring from the NBA. I remember that date (for some reason, I’m really good at remember the dates of bad things) and I’ll never forget the day. I was in school when rumors started running wild. I didn’t believe it until I got home and saw the news. Like every kid of that age, I idolized Magic and Bird–the two greatest basketball players to live (of course, that was before Jordan got good and started winning rings–but that’s neither here nor there).

    November 7, 1991–more than 15 years ago. While it seemed like a death since back then, Magic certainly appears to be alive and well today. . . . . .

     

    Corporate Restitution (The ‘Nerd has fun with phone bills)

    I’m getting tired of fighting the good fight. Corporate America keeps screwing up and I’m the one who has to fix it. I’m starting to realize why most folks don’t care–it takes too much time resolve a billing error. Too much stress. Too much hassle.

    I can’t even begin to tell you how much time I wasted with my credit card fiasco a few weeks back. Easily three or four hours. Not too mention all the stress it caused me. And for what? It was a situation that was entirely not my fault.

    Well no more. See, all the corporations have no problem charging us extra here or there because most people don’t notice or care enough to do anything about it. But not me (I only get dicked over by family). I call and complain and get the situation resolved.

    But it doesn’t seem fair. Why should I hafta do this? Why should I have to waste my time to fix your screw up? The companies don’t care about your time–it doesn’t cost them a dime. Well not anymore. An idea came to me this week when T-Mobile screwed up my phone bill: restitution. The way I see it, . . . . .

     

    Insurance, Car Payments, and Salesmen Who Don’t Know Their Customers

    Killing time until it’s good and dead.

    Bought me some car insurance tonight–now I feel like a real grownup. I wanted to buy the bare minimum required by law ’cause I’m a really good driver and don’t go around hitting things. California is a screwy state. It requires you to have car insurance; however, the minimum property liability is $5000. How useless is that? Five grand? Maybe I’m jaded ’cause I live in Orange County, but there are very few cars on the road worth less than $5000.

    I even called an agent today to try and figure out this insurance thing. The dude seemed kinda surprised that I didn’t want any coverage in case I have an accident that is my fault.

    “I’m looking to keep my rates as low as possible,” I told him.

    “We can set you up with something that has a high deductible–like $1000,” he offered.

    “My car is only worth $2000–why would I want a $1000 deductible?”

    I really don’t understand people. Folks always wanna have a new shiny car–it’s so vain. A car’s only job is to get you from point A to point B. My 18-year old Honda is just as good . . . . .

     

    Fun With Credit Cards!

    Have I been exclamation point heavy lately? I certainly hope nope–I despise the exclamation point. It’s just too damn perky.

    I had yet another problem with my credit card. I know they’re trying to protect me, but isn’t almost getting me evicted good enough? Tonight, I tried to buy something online and my credit card was declined. I know I’ve got plenty of room on the card and this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me–hell, it’s not the first time this happened to me this week (fine–eight days ago). With all the times my account has been frozen for security purposes, it’s a wonder I can ever purchase anything. Hell, it seems like my card is frozen more often than it’s active.

    I know identity theft is a problem, but I wonder if other folks have the problems I have. I’d say my card gets decline once every couple months for “security purposes.” It’s really starting to piss me off. And it’s not like I can talk to someone to make it stop: the damn computers are doing it.

    But what makes it even more annoying is when I call to get it unfrozen, I . . . . .