Wednesday Stress and Work
Woke up this morning since the Elliptical Trainer people called the other day and asked if they could deliver today between 8 a.m. and 12 p.m. A four hour window. Since these people are not the cable company, four hour window’s are not a bad thing.
We woke up around 9 a.m. and I got dressed (mostly) so that when the delivery person arrived I could go outside and do what needed to be done to take possession of the elliptical trainer. After Erin lost her job we talked about whether or not we would keep the machine or send it back, and since it was something we both want, something we would be purchasing eventually, the 10% cancellation fee only adds a significant amount to the (eventual) purchase price, causing us to decide to keep the machine.
That’s what we get for living our lives and having Erin’s ex-bosses give her assignments up until the day before they fire her.
Regardless, we’ve decided that we needed something like this in our lives and (as a result) we now have an elliptical trainer in our front room.
Granted, I spent two hours (plus) this morning, and another hour to hour-and-a-half this afternoon putting it together. There are not millions of pieces, just specific ways things have to fit together. On the unfortunately side of life, I put the wide-supports on the wrong ends, didn’t add a middle height support, and then when I got on to test it, had the belt come off on me.
More, when I took the barrel end apart to see why it was offering no resistance, I also discovered that the belt had come off in the process of putting it together. The reason the belt came off (I noticed this and hoped I was wrong) was that the resistance mechanism (think really large electro-magnet) was loose. As a result of all of this, I had to take parts of the mechanism apart, again, and then leave it sitting on the front-room floor until later when I can (hopefully) find the correct hex-head tool to tighten things down, loosen things, and make it all work together.
This is fun.
On the flipside, and with a day in-between, Erin made a thousand-million calls on insurance yesterday. The calls really started when one of the ex-bosses emailed her to let her know that we were insured until Monday next. She emailed back and forth and, sure enough, we are insured until the end of January.
That’s not what stressed me out, though. What got me was that people are willing to insure us, but as private individuals, we aren’t covered for rather long periods of time for potentially pre-existing conditions. In essence, we want to pay a company for insurance, we want to give them money so that I can avoid going and seeing doctors, and on the flipside, they will take that money but not cover things for enormous lengths of time since we are individuals on a plan rather than on a group plan through one of our companies.
Since I am trying to move away from the company I am at, and since Erin has applied for 10-billion jobs, we don’t expect that I will be here forever; on top of which, putting trust into people who are not trustworthy caused me to drop insurance at this company which cannot be gotten back until the next open enrollment; which, further, means our insurance solution was to go back to BYU and have them insure us on the student group plan.
I don’t know about you, but all of this feels very convoluted and tiring. So much so, that when I was at home last night with Erin after the classes all I really wanted to do was sit there and stare at the wall because I was tired and frustrated and out of sorts and ready to rip something to shreds.
What that something is has not yet been determined.
However, even with the excitement of elliptical trainers and packages from Amazon.com that were ordered well in advance of this past weekend… (and that were processed and could not be cancelled after things happened on Saturday). The order I am excited about, and rather ambivalent over at the moment, is a 9x13 tablet for my Macbook that I can use to draw in some ideas and things for some projects that I’ve been sitting on for a while.
I guess what this means is I am getting serious about other aspects of my site.
That is only if I don’t send it back and suck up the cost of shipping. One of the drawbacks of having Amazon Prime, I guess… I get to deal with return shipping costs that are higher than, err, say, normal.
Anyway, that’s been my day.
I did learn, through a rather bass-akward way, today, that I was turned down for all of the jobs (on campus) that I have applied to and been interviewed for. That’s not stopping me from applying to more and (hopefully) interviewing for more jobs in the future. However, with the changes over the past weekend I am afraid my looking for a new job gets slowed for a bit.
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