The Not Quite Adventures of a Professional Archaeologist and Aspiring Curmudgeon

Friday, October 24, 2008

I'm a Sick, Sick man...

I have spent the last two days at a "data sharing" meeting and supervisor's meeting for my company. We have been listening to talks by our colleagues regarding the projects that they have been engaged in over the last year, and we have also been subject to lectures on matters ranging from workers comp to health insurance to harrassment training.

Yesterday, the lecture on workers compensation insurance included a discussion of the modifiers used to determine insurance rates. Most everyone bitched about this for the rest of the day and well into today. I found it interesting.

Yep, I found an obscure mathematical formula used by the insurance industry to determine insurance rates interesting.

I think I may need psychiatric help.


Koe Whitton-Williams said...

This is a pretty neat blog. . . I am not sure you're a sick sick man. . . equations can have beauty and so many people fail to do the math in this world. . . even the simple math of "if you smile at me, I will understand. . ." I'll be back for more. In the meantime, thank Kay for the link.

Steph said...

You definitely need psychiatric help. But feel heartened, just a couple of weeks ago while I was attending at funeral director's convention in Orlando, a few of us were at Disneyworld when we spied one a "wish child" from the Make-A-Wish foundation. The kid was tubed up, bandaged up and in wheelchair and otherwise looking sickly (which is, correct me if I'm wrong, kind of the point).

That's when a certain colleague of mine who shall remain nameless leaned over and said, "Dude, that kid's not looking good. Better give his parents a business card."

It took us fifteen minutes to stop laughing. So, if you're ready, we'll be boarding the train to hell in five minutes!

Anthroslug said...

Thank you Koe.

Steph, why does the train have industrial-strength air conditioning?

By the way, for anyone wondering why I am as screwed up as I am, Steph is my sister. Yep, the whole family is like us.