a gallagher tale
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Welcome to the Home of the Mayo Clinic
Well, it's day two!
Day One was very very stressful! I thought I was going to die yesterday. It was so bad. Everything was broken, couldn't get anything to work, everything is flooded around here AND inundated with other adjusters so we couldn't find a good park. The park we are at SUCKS and I couldn't get past being miserable yesterday.
But today was a new day! I am in the ZONE! I am in the groove. I am gellin'.
We only have about 30 claims, and only ONE of them is in the actual town of Rochester. So we, luckily, "get" to move an hour south to a small town where 26 of our claims are located within 5 miles of each other. The other three are scattered around. We also only have ONE claim with coverage. Yikes. These are going to be some unhappy people. One of the adjusters got yelled at and kicked out of an insured's home for not covering his sewage back-up. But if it's not in your policy, we can't cover it! Not our fault. Not theirs usually, either. Blame the agent. S/He sold you the policy in the first place.
Shane is in town scoping his one Rochester claim RIGHT NOW. And when he gets home we are pulling out and moving to the smaller town and another campground, which I am hoping to like better. But, even so, we are scheduled through Monday and we will be scoped out. Then I will write them, and, being they are most likely mostly denials, it shouldn't take me long to write the files up. And we will be done!
And have a little extra money in the bank.
And maybe go to another storm?
Or go home! And see Amauvia! And ride Peaches!
Oh, things are good.
Something funny though. One of the diaries I occasionally browse has a "friend" diary who is pregnant. This, for some reason, stirs up those typical yet inexplicable women jealousies. It makes me want to be pregnant. But the truth is, I hated being pregnant. I hated the doctor visits. I hated the sickness (oh the sickness). I hated the weight gain. I hated not being allowed to drink coffee and soda, and not being able to ride horses and jet skis, and not being able to sleep on my stomach. Or get into hot tubs. And I definitely didn't like labor/delivery. Good Lord. So, when faced with the question, "Do I want to be pregnant again?" I have to answer.. Yes I do! But for absolutely no good reason AT ALL. And in any case.. look at Zane! He is perfection. He cannot be improved upon. Except possibly his stubborness, but that was unavoidable.
Anyway... the long & short of it is.. I don't know why I would envy a pregnant woman. Pregnancy sucks.
But kids don't.
Also there's this: Zane is getting to the age now where he can (*gasp*) do things! And enjoy them! Like state fairs and theme parks and the beach! Now is the time to enjoy having a little kid and not get stuck at home breastfeeding a colicky baby. Right?!
Sigh.
Anyway!
We're potty training! We might have NO MORE DIAPERS TO CHANGE soon! And who would want to UNDO that joyous occasion? Hmm?
And to think.. I first thought I would never want ANY kids... and then I thought I would never want any MORE...
7:07 p.m. - Friday, Aug. 24, 2007
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