Friday, June 25, 2004

For quite sometime now, I've ranted and raved about the blatant stupidity of various politicians. Now, I guess it's time for me to turn my angst on the private sector.

The State of Michigan requires insurance agents like me to earn 30 credit hours of Continuing Education every 2 years in order to keep an insurance license. (Yes, I've always thought 30 hours of CE was a dumb idea -- but that's another post).

My deadline for earning those credit hours was June 1, 2004. I finished earning them on May 15, 2004 through a private company --

One would think that this was the end of it, right?


I got my certificates in the mail, showing that I earned 30 credit hours. I assumed that this meant that everything was hunky dory and went on about my life. Selling insurance by day. Trying to put together funding for a film and public access TV show by night.

Then I got surprise.

In the mail, shows up a notice from Michigan's Office of Financial & Insurance Services saying that my license had been suspended because I only earned 29 of the required 30 credit hours.

My first thought was that some beaucrat simply did not know how to count. I certificates in my hand that added up to 30 credit hours. Clearly, a simple phone call to the insurance commission would rectify this.

Wrong again.

Turns out that after I completed my course, the good folks at eMind changed the number of credit hours was good for.

And they never bothered to tell me.

Numerous phone calls later, nothing gets resolved.

Finally, I realized that -- hey, it's only 1 credit hour. I'll go back on-line, take another course for 1 or 2 credit hours and that will be the end of it.

I took that course last Friday. This past Monday, the person in charge of eMind's grading and certification department assured me that my credit hours would be posted by the following Friday (as in today) at the latest.

Guess, what?

Those credit hours still aren't posted.

Meanwhile, my paychecks are in limbo. Some of the policies that I've written are cancelled (or more to the point -- assigned to other agents) because it was illegal for me to sold those policies in the first place.

And I'm stuck, not being able to do anything to earn a living.

I try calling eMind several times. Never get anything but voice mail.

So, now I'm stuck going to another CE provider, paying a lot more money -- I'll to get that 1 stupid credit hour that should have been posted to my record more than a month ago.

All of sudden, I find myself wishing desperately for my people who were as smart as most stupid politicians.

Friday, June 18, 2004

Okay -- my Dad is still in the ICU. I'm still depressed and basically convinced that life is little more than a hopeless, series of existence until one day we get lucky and die.

But I'll get over it.

The way I always do. By ranting about stupid politicians.

The latest thing to piss me off is the Michigan Broadband Development Authority. Turns out that when you live in some of Michigan's more remote areas, there's is a limited number of providers for broadband access.

Some people in northern Oakland County, for example, only have standard dial-up and satelitte based broadband access. The standard DSL and cable providers aren't interested in them because the number of potential users per mile of cable is too low to make it economically viable.

Those poor bastards.

They made a decision to live in an area where there's not a lot of Wi-Fi access to the internet. And now they have to actually live with the consequences of their decision.

What is this country coming to?

People shouldn't have to live with the consequences of a decision.

The government must quickly come to their rescue. Spend millions of dollars to rescue them from reason. Create an agency (the Michigan Broadband Develpment Authority) to make all of this possible.

And raise my taxes to pay for it all.

Yes, that makes perfect sense.

Or at least it does to the morons in Lansing. To everyone else, it's just a large number of tax dollars that I won't get back any time soon.

Monday, June 14, 2004

Argh! I feel like a zombie. I've been this way ever since my Dad went into the ICU.

I don't know. We've never gotten along in that "Leave it to Beaver" sort of a way, but still -- the fact is that when I was growing up, he's the guy that I looked to for some sort strength and guidance.

And now to see him, not even able to breath on his own. Needing a ventilator. Heavily medicated so he doesn't try to pull any of his tubes out. (He's always been a stubborn bastard).

I guess the worst part of it is the constant sense of wondering when the next shoe is going to fall. First, he's going in for a doctor's appointment. Then he's in the hospital. Then he's in ICU. Then he can't breathe on his own. Then he's in emergency surgery because there's no circulation to his leg.

Now there's another round of surgery this week and the possibility that he may have to spend the rest of his life in a nursing home.

No idea how we'll pay for a nursing home, if that's what he needs.

I know that I should snap out of it. Get on with my life. Make my movie. Get a better job. Fix up my car.

So damn many things to do yet I struggle to find the strength to do any of them.

This morning I had 12 items on my "to-do" list. 11 of them are still there.

Truly pathetic.

I pretty much hate myself for being this unproductive.

I know that being this way doesn't help my Dad, or anyone else in my family for that matter. It sure as hell doesn't help me.

I just feel like a zombie. Moving through the world. Occasionally making a noise. But never really accomplishing anything.

And most of all, not really living.