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sacredchao) wrote2012-04-18 07:20 pm
sacredchao) wrote2012-04-18 07:20 pm
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Not quite what you're thinking of.
I was in such a good mood too...
Yesterday worked out well. I found out rather later than ideal that I couldn't afford to miss another derby training session if I wanted to be eligible for membership. I really really DO want to be eligible for membership because it's on that that my eligiblility to test for white star next month hinges and if I miss that I have to wait until god knows when, most likely July. Still, a frantic round of email saw commitments successfully juggled thanks to lovely understanding friends and I went out and skated my arse off. An hour and a half of training hard on the heels of a 17-18km bike ride to get there may have been pushing things but I felt marvellous at the end of it, albeit a little stiff today. I am so so SO loving derby. Every time I go I end the evening in a fantastic mood and feeling fit and relaxed and thoroughly satisfied.
Today, less good. I filled out a form online to apply for health insurance in which they asked what my gender is. Fine, that'd be female. Then they used that data to pre-populate another form only this time asking what my sex was. Without providing provision to change the details. and a stern note warning about penalties for providing false or misleading statements. So I called them. Lots of awkward pauses as people brainfarted while trying to deal with my question and work out who to pass me on to. Someone finally advised me that I'd be fine to submit it as it is. If they subsequently try to tell me that I've provided them with false information I will staple their scrotums to their cheekbones. I thought I was fine with that series of conversations but within half an hour I was filling up fast with hormones and adrenaline and feeling nauseous and distracted. I thought I was over feeling embarrassed about stupid crap like that but it seems I'm not. How is it that I *still* feel some sort of shame about all this? Grrr.
Yesterday worked out well. I found out rather later than ideal that I couldn't afford to miss another derby training session if I wanted to be eligible for membership. I really really DO want to be eligible for membership because it's on that that my eligiblility to test for white star next month hinges and if I miss that I have to wait until god knows when, most likely July. Still, a frantic round of email saw commitments successfully juggled thanks to lovely understanding friends and I went out and skated my arse off. An hour and a half of training hard on the heels of a 17-18km bike ride to get there may have been pushing things but I felt marvellous at the end of it, albeit a little stiff today. I am so so SO loving derby. Every time I go I end the evening in a fantastic mood and feeling fit and relaxed and thoroughly satisfied.
Today, less good. I filled out a form online to apply for health insurance in which they asked what my gender is. Fine, that'd be female. Then they used that data to pre-populate another form only this time asking what my sex was. Without providing provision to change the details. and a stern note warning about penalties for providing false or misleading statements. So I called them. Lots of awkward pauses as people brainfarted while trying to deal with my question and work out who to pass me on to. Someone finally advised me that I'd be fine to submit it as it is. If they subsequently try to tell me that I've provided them with false information I will staple their scrotums to their cheekbones. I thought I was fine with that series of conversations but within half an hour I was filling up fast with hormones and adrenaline and feeling nauseous and distracted. I thought I was over feeling embarrassed about stupid crap like that but it seems I'm not. How is it that I *still* feel some sort of shame about all this? Grrr.