The next insurance dips#$t raided me at a Starbucks coffee joint, sitting down UNINVITED at my table and started telling me some horror story about 'what happens if you're 40 and you get fired'.
I should have told him what exactly I was thinking: "So, I become like you and flog insurance on the street because you are a loser middle manager who was too incompetent to get promoted and too expensive to be downsized?"
I worked HR for 2 years. I managed the incompetent. I know damn well that kind when they come looking for me and I swear I do NOT like them.
My job is to ensure it never happens to me. Hence all the career sacrifices: there's a reason why I'm several thousand miles from home, cold, miserable, putting up with getting the shaft from Hell Week on the frontline, putting up with acts of random evil that come my way, all the career sacrifices to make damn sure I don't end up like that fool.
The next person who tries to sell me ANYTHING insurance-related for damn sure has their work cut out for them and a lifetime of shattered trust to rebuild before they start.




