Ps: Funny story about insurance, I met with a guy this week to get policies for myself and Ms Rockstar. So I hang around in a not-yet-open shopping center near where Rockstar is having Putonghua Camp (desperate attempt to recover his Putonghua, which I initially deliberately let slide leading up to his primary school interviews in English), and half an hour into the time I'm supposed to meet this guy, he calls and says his son is sick so he can't make it. Sure, we reschedule.
At the reschedule, the guy tells me his 2yr 9mth old son had had a fever of 38.5 that day, which "thankfully turned out to be nothing, at the doctor's." Ok, great. I love false alarms. That means they are not real alarms. I will therefore never complain about a false alarm.
"In fact, I'm the one who has to see a doctor, really. I have a serious throat infection that has not cleared with a full course of antibiotics so after your appointment I have to go back to the clinic. Oh, here are a few more (videos of his son bouncing up and down on the sofa with pacifier in mouth)."
Yes, parent. It's all about your child. This guy is handling our insurance application, so he of course knows I have 4.5yr old Rockstar as well as barely 8 weeks old Ms Rockstar we are trying to buy a policy for. And she came early so is small. He can freak and take the day off work (with a stay-at-home-wife btw) when his toddler runs a 38.5 but it doesn't occur to him he is meeting me with a raging throat infection and seriously zero effort to keep from infecting me (at least warn me right, and I don't know, don't come so close to me?), when I have a young baby at home. Don't get me started about the fact he has never asked me about either Rockstar - I'm the one who asked after his son, which then caused him to break out all the home videos on his iPad.Okokokokok cannot end post like this. Let's try that again: And something else I used to say when someone pissed me off at work: Happy place happy place happy place happy place.