The one where the Progressive lady makes my day

I’m having a rough go of it these past few days. Between the upcoming lay off and accompanying money fears and ever-increasing family troubles (legal, marital, political), it’s takes everything i have no to shove my head in the damn over. Over the past two days I have found myself, more than once, sitting with my teeth clenched staring into space.

I move slowly and carefully. I speak quietly. I am afraid any sudden noise or movement will cause me to fall to pieces in a river of tears and snot.

Today was one of those days where I actually asked a God I am not sure I believe in to not give me anything else because I can’t handle it. Usually, I ask the Universe or the stars for help. Today, I turned to a God-power. I blame it on fucking CS Lewis and his shitty book.

I told the God-power that I could not take anymore, and now Ringo Starr is singing a shitty song on David Letterman. I’m going back to asking the Universe for help.

But that is not my point. My point is that it was with great alarm that I discovered at 11:30 tonight that it was not the 18th of January. I am not sure why I had decided it was the 18th, but I was pretty sure it was. When I discovered that no, in fact, it is the 21st of January I realized I had to cancel my car insurance lest I get charged for it. And when you’re worrying about money the last thing you need to do is be paying on two insurance policies.

So I called up Progressive. I had been putting it off forever, because in this day and age it’s not easy to cancel anything. I was already weary and sighing in my head when I was transferred to the cancellation lady, preparing myself for battle. But there was no battle. The Progressive lady was the bomb. She totally understood that I’d go with the cheaper policy, the one from my sister who sells insurance. She thanked me for being such a good loyal customer, and told me she was canceling my policy as we spoke.

Then she told me to have a wonderful night.

I think I might have smiled spontaneously when I told her to have a good night too. I know my voice rose a little. I blame the sudden movement and noise on why I started to cry when I hung up the phone, convincing myself that it had nothing to do with how nice it was for something to be so easy.

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  1. christa 22.Jan.08 at 2:42 am

    jodi, i think you are going to be okay. i’m a little psychic, and just a little intuitive. but i know that you are going to be fine. and i hope you take comfort from that in some way as you figure out what to do next.

  2. shokkou 22.Jan.08 at 6:24 am

    Careful grrl. Sounds suspiciously like a that Beast, depression, could be sneaking up on you. I expect your brain chemicals are totally out of sync right now and all it will take is a little mean self-talk to put you down in the pit. Plus it’s the middle of Winter which is kind of a drag too. There’s nothing wrong with working a filler job (chain bookstore, drugstore, music store or what have you) until you find the one you’re looking for. You’ve got too much going for you not to succeed. Werd to yer MUTHA!

  3. Edge 23.Jan.08 at 12:42 pm

    You’ve touched on the main thing that 99% of the service industry has lost: service with a smile.

    As for how you feel; you’ll be okay. You’ve gone through a lot in the last 12 months… but you’ve been keeping your head above it all. It’s okay to feel crappy sometimes. I used to kind of like feeling sad every now and then. It gave me greater perspective and something to compare the good times to.


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