I need to get back to the YMCA and do my rope training. I'm slacking and it shows. I have a track trainer there too, she's working with me on the rings, or what we call the rings. I think they are TRX officially, but they're not as intense as you may see in the bigger more man-man gyms. I'm at the YMCA, and I'm the youngest patron, so that tells you there won't be much suspension going on! Basically, what would happen, is that I would do the suspension work and the others would watch me. I don't mind being their form of entertainment. The thing is, I work outside of the home now, and I can't see myself rushing home to go to the Y. I need to!! I can't let things slack, but then again, I may end up rigging up something at home so I don't have to walk all the way across the street! LOL....yes, I'm spoiled.
I mentioned that I'm working outside of the house these days. I'm not sure how long that will last. I think what I'm going to do is learn the job and either offer to work from home or find another company that will allow it. In 2022, there's just really no reason to be in an office if all you're doing is administrative work and/or adjusting and investigating insurance fraud. I can (anyone can) do more than 90% of the work from their home office; we learned that in 2020. I was working from home before that, and what we all went through only reiterated the need to stay as far away from people as we possibly can. I know there's a lot to be said about meeting up and having social goodness, but then again, I found out pretty quickly that I really don't like that many people. Nope. Not that many.
Probably in about six months or at the most a year, I'll be back home, and by home I mean I'll either move to Scotland or work from another apartment here in the big city. I think I've found a better place recently, and what's really funny is, I've been aware of it for 1000+ years. Why I never decided to give it a real look before is just beyond me. I guess I was thinking it was for old people. LOL. Can you imagine? As far as Scotland is concerned, I'm really narrowing down my choices there as well. I love the thought of living in Edinburgh, but then again I don't. Too many of those people we talked about earlier. Nope. I'm thinking outskirts. I think I want to say I live in the Kingdom of Fife! That seems to suit me. Queen! (I mean, I won't really be a queen, but I can pretend, right?) I like Dalgety Bay best, and a very very close second would be Aberdour.
OMG, yesterday I reminded myself over and over again, about 10 times really, why it is that I don't like working outside of the house (apartment). First, I walked out the door without my coffee. No, first, I had to get up before the break of day to get ready for the day. Then I got ready, then I remembered I work by myself so I really don't need to make up my face or wear fancy business clothes. Why did I dress up again? Why did I put on mascara? Not again. Then, after that, I got to the office and realized I had left my coffee on the stand. When I used the old coffee pot that they had stashed in the cabinet at the office (after washing it) I found out why it was stashed in the cabinet. Why can't people ever bring themselves to throw out what needs to be thrown out? It's broken! It was pitched. The next 15-20 minutes were a quest to find coffee before starting Monday. You can't do Monday dry. I can't anyway.
Besides the early waking, the dressing, the coffee, the need to forward and unforward calls on another unit or machine that had seen its prime about 20 years back, I was finding myself at a computer that still runs Windows 8! No, I'm serious. This, and this alone, could send me into the skies screaming; but I had to do it without coffee. I left the building. I found my quest. I returned. I survived. Today is a new day, and the boss now realizes he's about to spend $$$ on new everything if he thinks I'm staying. He agrees actually, and he's more than willing to bring me and my little prison up to date. They still use paper there too. I'm not kidding. They write checks out with ballpoint pens too. They peel stamps off and place them onto envelopes that carry folded paper copies of whatever could be and should be (and will be) emailed. This office may be stuck in the '80s but that's about to change. I'm replacing an amazing woman who really preferred the older ways - - let me say that slowly, I'm REPLACING her, and with that everything will be replaced as well.
What is it that I do? Well, I'm an interesting animal really. There aren't many of us, and when we do retire it takes three people usually to replace us. This man, my new boss, got lucky. I know what his decades-hired assistant does. I don't call myself an assistant. I'm an investigator. I'm an adjuster. I'm an estimator. I'm an office manager. Queen. There you go, I'm Queen. My own little tiny kingdom of which I am not an owner and have virtually no responsibility. I find lies, I find errors, and I create havoc for those who thought no one would notice. I find waste. I find oversight. I find duplicate billing. Because I'm one-of-those people who can't be bought off with a bribe, I'm a dinosaur. Ethics mean too much to me. If I'm ever asked to sacrifice it, I leave. This guy agrees. I think I'll stay long enough to learn the job and then convince him that if he lets me work from home (Scotland) I can receive the work by 5:00 p.m. his time, and have it finished before he comes into the office because I'll be six hours ahead of him! Good plan!!
I think by this time next year I'll be relaxing by the Firth of Forth, perhaps cuddling a hot coffee, wrapped in soft tartan blankets, and listening to Runrig or Syr rather loudly since I'll be wearing headphones. Why bother the dog? I can scope, probe, inquiry, delve, and uncover most of my discoveries from wherever it is I hang my hat - - I would say kick off my boots, but I don't really wear them anymore. I gave up the horse(s) so I'm pretty much down to my socked feet, sitting cross-legged at the desk most of the time. Coffee brewing. No drama unless you count the people I uncover. You gotta be creative to find their means and ways, and I gotta tell you, some people are just really ... interesting. Never a dull moment folks, never a dull moment.
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