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Without seeming paranoid and in no particular order:
People that don't understand how insurance works. Plow into the back of my car while I'm stopped in traffic, then try to sue me because they have damage, their kids cavorting in a nearby lawn might have been injured, they don't have insurance and mine should cover this.
Electrical shock. I lit myself up as a kid with household current, which made me a bit apprehensive to learn that I was now a welder for the company.
Exchange of information between doctors. My dimwitted brother is a doctor, and if he discovers what doctor I've been seeing for a cold, everyone in the family knows the diagnosis before I do.
The phrase a friend's wife often uttered while I was helping to take care of her last year; "I need to go shopping." The translation of that is "I want out of the house, I'm on so many meds I can't drive, and I'm going to subject you to 6 hours of driving all over hell and gone, dealing my OCD while I'm on a little electric shopping cart and you're running around to keep up with me while I buy crud I don't need and nobody wants."
On the same stay, I came to fear my cell phone. It was her substitute for an intercom. Without fail, she'd call me as I was getting ready to use the toilet, take a shower, or go try to fix the radio in her car. The latter of which she'd call me about as soon as I had the tools out and was starting to troubleshoot. And after a half dozen calls, trips in to bring her something, almost making it back out to the car, she'd be ready to go shopping and wonder why I hadn't fixed the radio.
The same friends' daughter. At 13, we could be emptying portajohns and she claims she wants to see and help, which amounts to sitting in the truck, snivelling, sulking, complaining that she was bored and resetting the preset buttons to ghastly pop stations. Heaven forbid you mentioned places you'd been that she wanted to visit, done things she wanted to do, and heavens to murgatroids mention wearing spurs while riding a horse. Do some legwork, find her a riding stable, phone number website and all, and she'd blow up at you for telling her she had to call and find out more information such as rates, western or english riding style, and availability.
People that can't be bothered to think, or prefer to let someone even lesser qualified than themselves do the thinking for them. This is horrifying when you're in the business of aviation. Between misfuelings, pilots that don't know the difference between cans of paint and engine oil, and retired airline pilots with private planes that think the average line guy can do the preflight for them, you have a recipe for disaster.
Supervisors that believe they can do anything they want. Were it not for the potential for collateral damage, I would have been gleeful if a supervisor had blown himself up with a fuel truck that I'd warned him was an explosion hazard. I called him at home to alert him that I was taking the truck out of service and hiding the key. He had a spare, so he used it anyway; the dumb SOB thought it was funny when he found out it was an explosion hazard.
Being outed when I don't want to, or am not ready to be. My primary fields aren't that open to gay people, and it's a small community. I don't care how good you are at what you do, they'll find a reason to fire you and tell everyone else they know about you. You can crush a career with a well placed rumor about someone's sexuality.
Politicians that have never heard, or understood, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Grass roots lobbyists of the same cut; after a court dismissed charges of DUI for utter lack blood evidence, I spent half a year's salary and about half a year, fighting off lawsuits from MADD.
And we come to the one that's had me so frightened, that I've spent as much time out of town and out of immediate reach as possible. At Easter dinner, it was brought up that my nephew was getting his learners permit, which wouldn't have terrified me that much, were it not for the fact that my cousine opined that everyone should be able to drive a manual transmission. Heads swivelled in my direction like the guns of battleships taking aim; I have the only vehicle with a manual transmission in the family. The thought of having to relinquish the driver's seat of a new 4x4 with a high performance engine to a 15 year old chills me to the bone.
Jimmy Buffett's gone nothing on that event horizon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRvDLceTAdU
D
Without seeming paranoid and in no particular order:
People that don't understand how insurance works. Plow into the back of my car while I'm stopped in traffic, then try to sue me because they have damage, their kids cavorting in a nearby lawn might have been injured, they don't have insurance and mine should cover this.
Electrical shock. I lit myself up as a kid with household current, which made me a bit apprehensive to learn that I was now a welder for the company.
Exchange of information between doctors. My dimwitted brother is a doctor, and if he discovers what doctor I've been seeing for a cold, everyone in the family knows the diagnosis before I do.
The phrase a friend's wife often uttered while I was helping to take care of her last year; "I need to go shopping." The translation of that is "I want out of the house, I'm on so many meds I can't drive, and I'm going to subject you to 6 hours of driving all over hell and gone, dealing my OCD while I'm on a little electric shopping cart and you're running around to keep up with me while I buy crud I don't need and nobody wants."
On the same stay, I came to fear my cell phone. It was her substitute for an intercom. Without fail, she'd call me as I was getting ready to use the toilet, take a shower, or go try to fix the radio in her car. The latter of which she'd call me about as soon as I had the tools out and was starting to troubleshoot. And after a half dozen calls, trips in to bring her something, almost making it back out to the car, she'd be ready to go shopping and wonder why I hadn't fixed the radio.
The same friends' daughter. At 13, we could be emptying portajohns and she claims she wants to see and help, which amounts to sitting in the truck, snivelling, sulking, complaining that she was bored and resetting the preset buttons to ghastly pop stations. Heaven forbid you mentioned places you'd been that she wanted to visit, done things she wanted to do, and heavens to murgatroids mention wearing spurs while riding a horse. Do some legwork, find her a riding stable, phone number website and all, and she'd blow up at you for telling her she had to call and find out more information such as rates, western or english riding style, and availability.
People that can't be bothered to think, or prefer to let someone even lesser qualified than themselves do the thinking for them. This is horrifying when you're in the business of aviation. Between misfuelings, pilots that don't know the difference between cans of paint and engine oil, and retired airline pilots with private planes that think the average line guy can do the preflight for them, you have a recipe for disaster.
Supervisors that believe they can do anything they want. Were it not for the potential for collateral damage, I would have been gleeful if a supervisor had blown himself up with a fuel truck that I'd warned him was an explosion hazard. I called him at home to alert him that I was taking the truck out of service and hiding the key. He had a spare, so he used it anyway; the dumb SOB thought it was funny when he found out it was an explosion hazard.
Being outed when I don't want to, or am not ready to be. My primary fields aren't that open to gay people, and it's a small community. I don't care how good you are at what you do, they'll find a reason to fire you and tell everyone else they know about you. You can crush a career with a well placed rumor about someone's sexuality.
Politicians that have never heard, or understood, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Grass roots lobbyists of the same cut; after a court dismissed charges of DUI for utter lack blood evidence, I spent half a year's salary and about half a year, fighting off lawsuits from MADD.
And we come to the one that's had me so frightened, that I've spent as much time out of town and out of immediate reach as possible. At Easter dinner, it was brought up that my nephew was getting his learners permit, which wouldn't have terrified me that much, were it not for the fact that my cousine opined that everyone should be able to drive a manual transmission. Heads swivelled in my direction like the guns of battleships taking aim; I have the only vehicle with a manual transmission in the family. The thought of having to relinquish the driver's seat of a new 4x4 with a high performance engine to a 15 year old chills me to the bone.
Jimmy Buffett's gone nothing on that event horizon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRvDLceTAdU
D
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