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Feb. 3rd, 2006 04:01 pmsome time in the last several months, somebody on my f-list (I was sure it was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaylake but I can't find proof) posted a story about the aggravation of an undeserved parking ticket, and how it became clear that the cost of the ticket was way less than the cost of fighting it.
Despite my awareness of this phenomenon, I still, on some irrational level, expect the universe to be fair. I'm tired of paying $50 here, $50 there (and it always seems to be right around $50) for things that I shouldn't have to. For years I assumed that this was a laziness, naivete, or stupidity tax I was paying -- that Other People were able to pick up the phone or write a letter and, in a reasonable quantity of time (which I personally define as "less than an hour" for righting $50 worth of wrong), get the problem Fixed. It's slowly begun to dawn on me that the only naivete involved is me thinking that there's some magic other people have that I lack. If you can call half a lifetime of people telling me that I wouldn't have these problems if I'd just be more careful, or be firm, or stand up for myself, or whatever, "naivete." And if you don't have these problems, fuck you and I don't want to hear about it, okay?
Once upon a time, ( I had a years-long struggle with an insurer and some hospital bills, which is still not quite resolved ) The insurance company rigmarole is probably not an unfamiliar kind of situation for many people, I think, and the "have to prove I'm me" stuff probably isn't, either.
The reason this came up *today* was that I've got a friend chasing down the next $50 that this corrupt capitalist system is attempting to bilk me out of. While we've both agreed that most likely, I'll end up paying for it anyway, she's willing to give it a try and I'm willing to let her, if for no other reason than to prove to myself that it's not some failing in *me* that makes this hard. She's a lawyer, ferchrissake.
Once upon a time, ( I had a mess involving a magazine subscription and a bank account )
Anyway, that's why I'm not likely going to get diddly-squat done today. (see "personification of impotent rage," above.)
jaylake but I can't find proof) posted a story about the aggravation of an undeserved parking ticket, and how it became clear that the cost of the ticket was way less than the cost of fighting it.Despite my awareness of this phenomenon, I still, on some irrational level, expect the universe to be fair. I'm tired of paying $50 here, $50 there (and it always seems to be right around $50) for things that I shouldn't have to. For years I assumed that this was a laziness, naivete, or stupidity tax I was paying -- that Other People were able to pick up the phone or write a letter and, in a reasonable quantity of time (which I personally define as "less than an hour" for righting $50 worth of wrong), get the problem Fixed. It's slowly begun to dawn on me that the only naivete involved is me thinking that there's some magic other people have that I lack. If you can call half a lifetime of people telling me that I wouldn't have these problems if I'd just be more careful, or be firm, or stand up for myself, or whatever, "naivete." And if you don't have these problems, fuck you and I don't want to hear about it, okay?
Once upon a time, ( I had a years-long struggle with an insurer and some hospital bills, which is still not quite resolved ) The insurance company rigmarole is probably not an unfamiliar kind of situation for many people, I think, and the "have to prove I'm me" stuff probably isn't, either.
The reason this came up *today* was that I've got a friend chasing down the next $50 that this corrupt capitalist system is attempting to bilk me out of. While we've both agreed that most likely, I'll end up paying for it anyway, she's willing to give it a try and I'm willing to let her, if for no other reason than to prove to myself that it's not some failing in *me* that makes this hard. She's a lawyer, ferchrissake.
Once upon a time, ( I had a mess involving a magazine subscription and a bank account )
Anyway, that's why I'm not likely going to get diddly-squat done today. (see "personification of impotent rage," above.)
