Damned If You Do...
One More Notch On The Blood Pressure Cuff
I just love the illusion of choice that's made available at work...
We're going through the annual benefits "re-up", where we get told how much more we're gonna pay for an ever-declining amount of service.
Some things I really ought to look into further. The Flex Spending account is something I can probably take advantage of, once I sit down and calculate how much all my meds have cost over the past year.
Others aren't worth my time & trouble. Why is it that dental coverage is always either dirt-cheap and worthless, or kind of pricy and still pretty worthless?? You'd think with 22K employees we could get something that would cost about $20-30 a month, have a $500 co-pay and no annual cap.
I'm reminded of a friend of mine that had some serious bunghole difficulties. Somehow the muscles and ligaments that held the balloon-knot shut deteriorated, leaving him in quite the quandary. The bunghole doc said "You've got a choice. I can either tie it shut, and you can reach down there with your fingers and noodle the turds out, or I can leave it open, and you can wear a diaper for the rest of your life."
WTF kind of choice is that, I ask you??
In case you're wondering, he selected the "noodling" route, and we no longer shake hands...
I just love the illusion of choice that's made available at work...
We're going through the annual benefits "re-up", where we get told how much more we're gonna pay for an ever-declining amount of service.
Some things I really ought to look into further. The Flex Spending account is something I can probably take advantage of, once I sit down and calculate how much all my meds have cost over the past year.
Others aren't worth my time & trouble. Why is it that dental coverage is always either dirt-cheap and worthless, or kind of pricy and still pretty worthless?? You'd think with 22K employees we could get something that would cost about $20-30 a month, have a $500 co-pay and no annual cap.
I'm reminded of a friend of mine that had some serious bunghole difficulties. Somehow the muscles and ligaments that held the balloon-knot shut deteriorated, leaving him in quite the quandary. The bunghole doc said "You've got a choice. I can either tie it shut, and you can reach down there with your fingers and noodle the turds out, or I can leave it open, and you can wear a diaper for the rest of your life."
WTF kind of choice is that, I ask you??
In case you're wondering, he selected the "noodling" route, and we no longer shake hands...
posted by El Capitan | 2:29 PM
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