The Progressive roller coaster only lasted one day. I took an online test this afternoon that said I was unqualified for the job. Corrin was crushed, so was I. I was trying to imagine a life in the insurance business but it is very difficult to picture. I would show up everyday and sit at my little desk, maybe with some wacky personal touch calendar on it. I would talk to my co-workers and set up phone calls and hear people describe their accidents to me. Corrin talked about travel for training and two hour meetings and all sorts of things I can't picture myself doing. Maybe I threw the psych evaluation on purpose.
The other thing I did was reconnect with my cousin today. This can sometimes be a dangerous proposition because we are very different people. I spent a few years not talking to him after he got bogged down in drug addiction. You tie your own mood to how well these people do and they keep letting you down. Still, when we have fun, we have fun. That's the trade-off, drama for someone to have a beer with. We'll see how it goes.
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