So today’s little adventure was to get my ICBC issued ID and BC Services card (like the former Health Care Card, but with more stuff) renewed.
Well, technically, first I had a phone appointment with my GP, Doctor Chao. I am out of two of my meds, the Ramipril which is my second blood pressure medicine (the first being ) and Trajenta, one of my diabetes meds.
Trajenta’s real (pharmaceutical) name is Linagliptin. That’s not a drug. It’s an elf. And not a cool sexy Lord of the Rings type elf either.
I’m talking the kind of elf that works for Santa or makes shoes.
So I chatted with Chao on the phone, got my refills, Julian will pick them up from the pharmacy for me soon I am sure.
But the main event was going to the ICBC center in Lansdowne Mall to get my ID renewed. This was a necessity because my bank, Vancity, noticed that my ID had expired and refused to cash another check for me until I got that fixed.
Grumble grumble. Goddamn administrivia. Etc.
Though I can see their point, seeing as when I looked at my IDs, I realized that they had expired on May 19th, my birthday.
My…. 47th birthday. In 2020. So um, it was more than a year out of date.
Fine. I looked up how to renew on the ICBC website, made an appointment for 1 pm today, and today I went to it.
The um, appointment.
I was late for it. My fault. Meant to leave at 1:45 pm but got distracted and ended up not even getting up until 1:46, then I needed to pee, then I forgot my mask, so we ended up not leaving till 1:52 pm.
And then, of course, we had to find parking. That’s not easy. Lansdowne is huge and extremely busy. So it took us a while to hunt up a parking spot.
Once inside the mall, I saw a loooong lineup. Oh crap.
But I have an appointment! Surely that means I can skip the line!
Nope. Too logical. This is bureaucracy after all. The lineup was FOR the people with appointments. They didn’t even start letting walk-ins in until 2:30 pm.
Luckily, despite the Kafka type nightmares flooding my mind, the lineup ended up moving along quite briskly. And to be honest, the whole experience was great. Everyone was both friendly and efficient and the whole thing was over in around 15 minutes.
The only less than pleasing part was waiting for my number to be called. Meh, whatever. For whatever reason, when a new number was displayed, it made a doorbell sound to announce it.
Well I guess it’s a sound they know gets people’s attention. Society programs that into us. It’s the “somebody’s here!” sound.
After getting the two printouts that will be my official IDs until my actual IDs come in the mail (in the next 60 days, grr), we went to my bank to cash my check.
Buddy at my bank was not happy with taking two printouts as a form of ID and asked me a LOT of security questions before accepting that I was, indeed, me.
You’d think he would have dealt with this situation before. Whatever.
Got my financials done, anyhow, so at least that is taken care of for now.
Next up is an appointment with Doctor Caswell at 1:30 pm on Monday.
Man, being a sickie is exhausting!
More after the break.
Another blank slate
I once more have no idea what to write about.
I got nothin’. Tabula rasa. Summer Mode strikes again.
Well here’s something to ponder : me having a huge ego.
It’s not as crazy as it sounds.
For a long time now, I have been pondering the problem of how to communicate to people what they need to know in order to “get” me (for example, that I am extremely intelligent) without coming across as an egotistical arrogant jerk.
But maybe I should just cut the Gordian knot and be that egotistical jerk… but in a lovable and nice way.
Like a lovable jerk character in a sitcom. One who is a bit of an ass, but never really does anything to hurt anyone. They’re just really open about their high opinion of themselves and their abilities.
This has been on my mind a lot lately. I keep imagining myself answering a question with, “Are you kidding? I’m awesome!”.
And it’s really beginning to appeal to me.
Maybe cockiness is my natural state. Maybe I would be a lot happier if I went through life with as big an ego as I could get away with. Maybe restrained modesty is not a good fit for me and I would be a lot better off just dusting off my light and letting it shine, shine shine for all to see.
I mean, that’s sort of what I am like as Fruvous. Not that I go around bragging about how amazing I am as that fluffy foxy, but I certainly let my big big personality shine through and as a result I am way less shy and hesitant and anxious as him.
Sure, there have been times when hitting people with my megawatt personality has led directly to my falling on my face in spectacular failure.
But not as often as you’d think. Considering the sorts of risks I have taken, I have a very high hit ratio. I charm people far more often than I put them off, at least as Fruvous.
So clearly I can pull off this big, outrageous personality thing off in one context.
Maybe I can do it in the real world. Could be a lot of fun to try, at least.
And like I said to my therapist yesterday, I have concluded that I would rather be a spectacular failure than a boring nothing.
At least spectacular failures are remembered. They are known.
And if you keep your head up, refuse to whine about it, and take it like a champ, people will even like you for it.
Yeah. I can see giving this big personality thing a shot.
Can’t be any worse than my current stupid life.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.