Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Jared, I'm Ready for a Foreign Body Sensation, Are You?








Dear Jared, 

So, I went to Walgreen's in search of a new "Wow! It's $2" pleather 2010 planner like the one I made great use of this past year, and much to my dismay the planner did not appear to be on the shelf. The helpful associate in the blue vest-- the same color as our people's Star of David-- was not sure if they would be receiving any Wow$2 planners this year.  Hmmph! 
I did, however, come across many varieties of caramel corn and low carb cheese straws that I will purchase for a New Year's Eve gathering I am planning for myself and my cat who I've never told you about. 
My cat is a big part of my life, Jared.  If you are allergic to him I am afraid that it's even more over than it's already over, if you get my drift! ;) 

Because I could not find the planner of my preference, yet still felt an urge to purchase something- anything!- I lingered over the magazine rack, or glossies as I like to call them. What a treat! 

A handsome gentleman named Ben Bernanke was featured on the cover of Time magazine, and I just had to purchase this exciting magazine I don't typically read. As I am on break from my home based business I figured now is as good as a time as any to brush up on pop culture knowledge as well as the American economy which I now understand this Ben plays a key role in because he is what's called our country's "Federal Reserve Chairman."  

Though by now from all my letters and the fact I  support the International Hello Kitty brand you can discern I am a worldly intellectual woman, the gosh honest 100% truth is that I don't do much reading on what's going on in America, in part because every time I do I plummet into a deep depression. It's better to just think of America as a place where a handsome yet morbidy obese man like you can lose hundreds of pounds on a Subway diet and then become a worldwide celebrity as a result of promoting such a diet to others who are also facing similar challenges, right? 

While I wish the whole experience of reading all about Ben had enlightened me, I am afraid that I became overwhelmed by the number of pages in Time magazine devoted to pharmaceutical advertising. It made me wonder how much of our economy is dependent on our citizen's ability to take as many of these little pills as possible? 

There were 177 pages in Time. Thirty-eight of those pages were devoted to ads from drug companies, which means that over 20% of this magazine was hawking little blue pills and cholesterol pills and diet pills, and weight loss belts, and dry eye drops, and bipolar meds, and lots lots more! 

The inside cover, i.e. on the other side of sweet Ben's Person of the Year Cover page face, was the face of a very sad woman, a woman suffering from bipolar depression which I understand from the ad's copywriter can be quite consuming!  I also understand that per the National Institute of Mental Health about 2.3 million Americans, or just 1.2% of our population suffers from the bipolar illness.  I am sure Jared that you will agree with me that speaking to that 1.2% of Americans is worthy of an inside cover placement?  

Following the inside cover ad promoting Seroquel XR were four pages of finely printed side affects.  I won't bore you with all the side affects. All I needed to know was that sometimes I feel just like that sad actress pictured in the ad, consumed by depression, and that I should call my pharmacologist pronto!

After calling my pharmacologist I realized after reading pages 12, 13, AND 14 that I should also try CHANTEX, because I do not need to be smoking at all, nicotine or herbal or otherwise. Chantex will help me quit! 

There was maybe a story about something happening in America, but I quickly forgot whatever it said by the time I got to pages 18 and 19. Screw Subway and regular exercise, and my Hula Hooping and walking each day for my home based business, what I really need to get my figure down to a respectable size 14 is a LAP-BAND!  The lap-bad adjustable belt eliminates the need for gastric bypass surgery, and I can remove it at any time if I just want to eat a box or two of Fannie May mint melt-aways without risking gastrointestinal failure. 

Just as I was convinced Chantex would help me stop smoking I saw an ad for Nicorette gum on page 31 which is over the counter and maybe cheaper than Chantex? Would there be any adverse reactions if I tried both? 

On page 37 I came to the conclusion that it's possible I am NOT bipolar, and really just suffering from garden variety depression, and in that case I am a better candidate for Ablify than Seroquel. 

On page 55, right around the time I started to choke on a low-carb cheese straw, I noticed that Symbiocort might be better for treating my ex cubicle mate's asthma, so I tucked that ad into a little Christmas card and suggested that he try Symbicort in addition to that germ infested inhaler I used to find  inside his desk drawer when I went through it searching for potato chips and laffy taffy. 

Though Dancing with the Stars was about to come on TV, I was distracted by pages 63-65 because I learned of Ambien, and its ability to help me sleep better at night! 

On page 77 I read about a cure for migraines. This one was really smart, and instead of looking like an ad, it seemed more like a public service message and instructed me to stop watching Dancing with the Stars and to visit lowerthepain.com 

On page 94 and 95 I thought of my deceased great aunt who suffered greatly from Osteoporosis. maybe if she took Evista she could have avoided that bowling ball sized calcium deposit just below her neck that is sure to be Aly Louise Hensler's destiny as well? Mental note: Take Evista, Aly! 

On page 105 I learned that if my eyesight is blurry I could be going blind! I should visit a web site to learn more about early detection!

On pages 107 and 108 I learned all about Plavix. Per the ad, many heart attacks are caused due to clogged and blocked arteries. Hmm, perhaps if Plavix had been around in 1990 when my father who had clogged arteries suffered a heart attack and died at age 49 behind the wheel of our minivan he would still be alive today?  Do you think that's true, Jared, or am I just being naive?  How does medical technology interfere with the natural course of our lives? Had my father of taken Plavix and been alive today as a result would I be a drastically different woman than the one that is writing to you right now? 

On page 118 I found a nice solution to my heartburn. I should continue topping off all of my Subway sandwiches with both jalapeno AND banana peppers, and as long as I remember to take Prevacid I should be all good! 

124 was just a lameass reminder that Aleve is still there for all those menstruel cramps. Aleve, it's so 1990s and so over the counter and LAME. 

On page 136 and 137 I learned what shingles are. Frankly I always though they were something you put on roofs, but due to a handy image that almost made me want to barf up the entire package of cheese straws that I had consumed up until page 136 I saw that shingles are a skin condition and that Zostavox will help stop the pain caused by shingles. 

On page 145 I came to the conclusion that I need $20!  The manufacturers of Restasis which will help me cry again and sob better into my pillow would like to offer a $20 rebate if I get a Restasis prescription filled, and all I have to do is mail them a receipt indicating I am now crying better and producing natural tears with the help of Restatsis, and in approx. eight weeks a check for $20 will come to my mailbox. It's not exactly like Ed Mcmahon showing up at my door, or even you Jared with a ring to place upon my left ring finger indicating I will forever be Mrs. Jared Fogle and you will help me open impossibly tight lids atop jars of olives and spaghetti sauce but it is close to that!

On page 147 I was reminded of Nutrisystem, so 1990s just like Aleve!  Survey says, old Mc Donald had a drug, and LAMO-O was its name-0! Bring me a LAP-BAND ASAP!  I almost laughed my bipolar manic in need of toning or just liposuction ass off when I saw the Nutrisystem advertisement, what a blast from the past and as cheesy as my deceased grandmother's Take Off Pounds Sensibly (TOPS) diet and exercise club. 

By page 158-160 I was just about ready to give up on reading Time magazine because I needed to list all the drugs I am soon to be taking and make sure that I have it accurate so when I show my pharmacologist he can be aware of any possible side affects or interactions.  It was then that I came across information on ADVAIR for reducing symptoms of asthma, yet I had already sealed and tucked the other ad into the card for my ex cubible mate, so I was confused and growing sad and indecisive. I wondered why no one had taken the time to include Paxil or Ritalin into the 177 pages of Time magazine, because the confusion I was experiencing over figuring out if Advair or Symbiocort would be better for asthma made me feel helpless and in need of a different kind of pill. 

On pages 168, 169, and 170 I realized that my long deceased father should have been on Crestor and not Plavix.  Plus, I like the name Crestor better, don't you Jared?! 
 
By page 177 I needed a bit of a pick-me-up.  I saw an ad on the inside back cover for the most perfect drug of all: caffeine, courtesy of Starbucks. 

Well, Jared, that's it for now. I will be excited to return back to my home based business next week! I've had more than enough of this staycation craziness and will never read a magazine about America again until maybe the end of 2010.  It's too confusing! 

Warmest Regards, Best Wishes for a Prosperous & Healthy New Year, 
Aly 

P.S.  Per the side affect page for Restasis it said a "foreign body sensation" is possible. Would you like to take Restasis with me Jared, and we can see if we are able to achieve a FBS?  If FBS doesn't occur we can at least comfort ourselves eight weeks later with $20 to be spent on flatbread sandwiches at my local Subway? Let me know. Thanks!

P.P.S.  Jared, I am not kidding when I say that the quote I chose to include in my high school graduating class of 1993 yearbook was from none other than Zelda Fitzgerald, who said, "We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion." 

P.P.P.S-  What happened to pianos and mud? And America? Not a single one of these featured drug names made it through my spellcheck!  Perhaps Microsoft should add a Western medicine language dictionary? 


Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Fair Enough & the Day in Pictures









I've decided that I do not like the phrase "fair enough." 
Do people say it when they don't know how to reply to what you just said? Or, is "fair enough" like a euphemism for saying "I'm disappointed but I am going to say 'fair enough' because it sounds better?" Is it just a way to say "point taken," or "I understand?" 
Example: A man wants to meet up with a woman for drinks, but she is cold and is already at home after a long day and about to settle down with a book. The man's reply to this is "fair enough." 
What are your thoughts on 'fair enough,' and are you a fan of this phrase? If you do say it often, in what context? 


Sunday, December 27, 2009

For Rent


a woman 
in a bright purple coat who looks 70
brushes the snow off her mother's coat who looks 90 
and has tennis balls on the bottom 
of her walker

a woman 
with posture
steeled against the cold 
hot pink lips and heavy looking boots 
scarf wrapped three times 
a gloved hand 
over a smart looking cane

despite the ad 
on the side of the bus shelter for it 
none of us have Palm Pilots  
to stare at
"Bustracker" software
to track down the number 36 

i remember my camera 
which makes me forget 
the cold 
i dig it out of my purse
take a picture
of the theater i'd been staring at, 
its 'for rent' sign 
available in summer of 2006 
 

it's winter 2009 
& i take another picture
of the golumb or the jester's face
and i'm thinking of how it looks 
like a crucifix
if i frame it just so 
and the woman with the cane is smiling
and there's a lot of lipstick on her teeth
and puffs of air coming out of her mouth

"Don't get too comfortable," she says.  "It's here." 

 

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Jared Fogle, I'm Still Here for You in Some Ways!





Dear Jared, 

I guess you never got my note about going to Carmax together?

It's OK, really, I don't mind at this point whether or not you write back , plus the truth is that I couldn't afford a quality used car anymore even if you did fly out from Indianapolis to Chicago to help me select one. 

After my Year 2008 Christmas letter which I deleted shortly after writing, and a few other notes to you including my request for you to accompany me at Carmax, all of which were unreciprocated, I lost my full-time data entry sales position. 

Please don't feel sorry for me, Jared!!!  In the dark of night amid the indoor outdoor carpeting, and a colorful assortment of desk tchotkes collected from some of Aly Louise Hensler's very favorite trade shows, there were these news cell organisms created: translucent winglike structures, and one day I got to work and the cells had become wings, which were attached to my cubicle, and it was Time for Me To Fly.  

I am considering writing a Bestselling Children's classic titled "Time for Me to Fly" based on this experience, and I am hoping maybe you can help me to sell this book when you are touring schools around the country speaking of the importance of eating a healthy diet that includes substituting chips with the hermetically sealed green apples or yogurt, both of which I believe are extremely sound choices and I hope that you had a role in ushering them into the Subway self-serve refrigerator which frankly feels kind of homey every time I look at it when I am away from home and in my local Subway, which isn't as often these days I'm afraid. I've been budgeting and cheating on you with Carl Buddig. Do you know Carl? 

In addition to not frequenting Subway at the frequency of days of yesteryear-- something I could have never predicted!-- I am well aware that I've slacked off on mailing you packages, too! Frankly I don't have as much free time to assemble the packages and notes as I used to, and truth be told I must be relaxed and in the mood and feel confidant and secure about my future in order to produce the pre-driven unmentionables and for whatever reason it just hasn't happened (and it totally is me and not you, Jared, so don't worry!!!!!) 

Another reason I have been to busy to write, and perhaps the main reason, is because I launched my own home-based business

And , it's really taken off, I mean I just calculated that I earn about $5.79 per hour on a 35-hour work week.   It's maybe not the big bucks you hear about on banner ads talking about making Big Money on the Internet, but it is something and something is always better than nothing. I think it's been good for my mental health, too! I've even stopped hula hooping in my living room as a result of this home-based business, and I now get all of my exercise from
walking around my neighborhood of Wicker Park Bucktown and chatting up locals. It's certainly not "the Subway diet, which I heard you are slipping from- YIKES!- remember no cheese, no mayo, just like we used to do it back in Indianapolis when we lost all the weight together and you went ahead and contacted Subway HQ and acted like you did it all on your own, without anyone like me by your side-- but I like to call it "the WPB diet," and I've slimmed down considerably with this exercise plan combined with Carl Buddig. 

Though it's None of My Beeswax, I wonder if you've gained a good bit of weight perhaps maybe because your old pal, Aly stopped writing to you? It's OK to admit that!! I know sometimes it helps to have a fan from a far, a stalker who is too exhausted to leave her living room yet nonetheless you can rely on
to send you predriven unmentionables in a plain brown envelope marked with Hello Kitty stickers.  Maybe when that person stops being there as much for you it's easier to just go ahead and eat another sandwich, or maybe top the second sandwich off with a cookie or two or three instead of the apple slices which I'm guessing the children at the junior high assemblies you speak at enjoy very much. I've always loved apples. 

At the risk of not blathering on further, and because I have some work to do on my home-based business, along with cleaning my cat's litter box in advance of an after-party tonight-- yes, I have friends now, Jared!--I would like to let you know that I will always be here for you, in some ways but not in other ways.  While we've never formerly discussed consummating a physical relationship, I've decided to dedicate my life and free time to growing my home based business, and to finding innovative and new ways to sustain myself in 2010 rather than focus on some idealized version of a man like you, a handsome man that is part American icon, part everyday guy trying to make it in this world as a brand ambassador for one of the most difficult franchises to make a living at which is growing quickly in the oil-rich Mideast, a man who is so revered and famous that one day his size 60 pants might even hang inside the Smithsonium museum.  

Really, what was I thinking, that you'd ever consider living happily ever after alongside the likes of an Aly Louise Hensler, who is unemployed save for a thriving home-based business? Would you really have the time to be a good father with your extensive touring schedule, Jared? Did I even ask myself ANY of these important questions before dedicating a portion of my precious free time to thinking about you, and where I could possibly fit into the puzzle that could be our future together? 

I am still here for you, Jared, but not in that way--- no! no! no! no longer in that way. Reality has set in, and I know where I stand.  I should hope that you will take some comfort in the fact that in lieu of broadcasting an Aly Hensler Family Christmas Letter this year across the Internets and then promptly deleting it, I am writing to you instead. I have had many major accomplishments this past year since losing my data entry sales job, including a poem I wrote about calling the unemployment line which was featured in a message board I posted it to, a poem about the loss of Michael Jackson which plummeted me into a deep depression shortly after composing it by the light of a pen flashlight in the bathroom stall of a bar which was featuring the music of MJ all that weekend of his unfortunate death, and so many other highlights that it would simply be impossible to sum them all up in just one year-end recap to you. At the moment I am trying to find out why the Walgreen's Corporation no longer carries the "Wow, just $2" pleather planner that I carried in my purse all this past year and was extremely helpful in keeping me organized. I loved the simplicity of the planner as well as its little plastic pocket on the interior which allowed me to secure many important papers and receipts. 

I am going to write a letter to the Walgreen's Corporation now and dedicate some time to finding this $2 planner again so I can replicate my wild successes of 2009 in 2010. 

Goodbye, Jared, and I will still be here for you in some ways. Remember that, please. 

Warmest Regards, 
Aly Louise Hensler 







Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Idle mind = devil's playground, plus duct tape




Perhaps there's irony in the fact I just spent 15 straight hours writing all about the neighborhood, with a lot of the emphasis focused on buying stuff for the holidays, and in general outside of my niece I haven't purchased any gifts this year, and don't plan to unless I can craft gifts out of materials found around my apartment. My mom and I have already established a no-gift Hannukah, too. 

She just sent me an email saying that she thinks she needs a job because look at what she just did with duct tape all afternoon. 

Why do I have a feeling I'm staring at a possible future gift from her here? Did she really just happen to have pink and blue duct tape laying around?

I am not crafty. Maybe I'll write a horrible comedy sketch scene about a horrible morning in the car en route to get her cataracts out and the gift will be that I will embarrass her and she'll have to buy the ticket to see a much worse and exaggerated version of both of us on stage. 

Or I can just go see what colors of duct tape I have...  

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Not dead, just busy






In the past week, a few people unconnected to each other and who I know through different ways mentioned to me that they've noticed I don't post any Facebook notes or blogs as I did on a regular basis for at least a few years, beginning with Myspace. So here it is, an explanation as to what I've been up to in the form of a Facebook note, and GONE post...   

Starting a business will put a crimp on the free time, and writing letters to Jared Fogle the Subway Guy and haikus and fake news articles and all the other stuff I loved doing so much just doesn't pay the bills. Writing comedy sketches doesn't pay the bills, either, in fact, as a student I get to pay someone else to take the classes to learn how to do it, so if I have any energy left after working on the newsletter it goes into sketch homework, or reading instead of writing. 

The weekly neighborhood newsletter covering the neighborhood I've lived in for just about five years now started this past April with a simple idea to write a chamber news email, an opportunity I was extremely grateful for, and still am in so many ways and on so many levels. The director of the chamber who I knew previously from selling newspaper ads spots to her knew how passionate I was about writing, and if it weren't for her I'd probably still be writing letters to Jared. Instead, I feel like my creativity is being applied to something larger- and consequently far more important than myself or entertaining the few friends that may have enjoyed the for-no-reason blog posts I just don't have time for anymore--  though in a perfect world I would have time for both. 

This past July it became apparent that I should expand my focus beyond the chamber members and friends of chamber as I was spending untold hours each week wandering around, almost like people being a drug and me being addicted to finding out more about them and then sharing it in the for
m of a weekly email. After a meeting where I probably appeared on the verge of a breakdown, no actually I did appear that way, and in which I not-very-convincingly "resigned" from my $30 per week freelance contract job, the director and I shared a very therapeutic ride in her car, and being my emotional self I think I was bawling about how I needed to either figure out a way to spend far less time on the newsletter, OR figure out a way to expand it, and sell sponsorships to many of the readers who sent me lots of emails each week with things to include in the newsletter, or just notes of support like "keep up the good work!" and other positive feedback like that each week they read about happenings they wouldn't have otherwise known about. 

With that sort of feedback, and because I was truly loving the process of working on the newsletter, I knew I had to find a way to 'keep it continue' as Sammy Sosa so eloquently once said, even if it meant I'd have to go back to the very thing I was so burnt out from doing, and really wish I didn't have to do all the time, which is selling. The chamber became my very first advertiser on that drive, and, because for whatever reason people that sell ads always make more money than people who write stuff, I increased the weekly pay to somewhere around $61. In a newspaper business model, only about 15-20% of ad dollars goes to content creators, but with the Pipeline it is closer to 90%. There are no fat cat executives at the top of the food chain here sucking up ad dollars, just a fat cat that sits on my lap as I write. 

It's much easier to sell now than in the past because I am selling something that I created vs. selling something for a big business, and where I felt more like a cog in a wheel taking hundreds of dollars from small businesses (as a relationship seller, I sell to the people I like) yet offering no guarantees except for exposure and visibility and that I'd bust my ass for them to create a unique looking advertisement or something different that would hopefully make them stand out from the pack. Hours went into taking photos for their ads, or training them on how to set up a social media page, or begging friends to model for the ads (THANKS, you all know who you are!!! I won't embarrass you through tagging but I just recalled maybe four or five of you), and then returning a week or two later to disappointment, and hearing my customers say that nobody mentioned the ad, or they didn't make any new sales as a result of the ad, and sometimes the look in their eyes telling me to please get the hell away, you're just a damn solicitor, those were the looks that made me cry in my car on the way back home, because I had disappointed others who'd given me their trust and money in a declining economy and the job felt utterly soulless and my so called career worthless.  
 
Somebody this week asked me why I'm doing what I'm doing, and if it's all about "just trying to make a buck."  I laughed, and am still laughing thinking about that comment because there are many other ways to make a buck that are far easier than writing, taking photos, selling sponsorships to support what you're doing, partnering with another writer contributor, and then distributing it all while working with a local kid who is also becoming part of the wandering street team, and learning about the business model, and how to explain it to others.  In terms of finding other ways to make the proverbial buck,  though it could just be my wild imagination, I'm sensing an air of anxiety permeating many traditional businesses, and their workers. As I've been on many an interview, I can also say firsthand that the competition for the few good jobs out there is intense, and it doesn't seem to be easing up anytime soon. At one interview in a Michigan Ave. building I sat there in a suit perhaps saying all the right answers until the part came where they asked what I've been doing these past months, and I mentioned the newsletter which could have been a red flag despite the fact I assured them I would have time for the job, and the newsletter.  In the past I wrote the text for two published photography books while working at full-time jobs, and I also wrote a novella called '30-Days Notice' while also working at a very demanding 50-plus hour full-time job that required near weekly travel. For health insurance, and steady pay, I could probably find a way to straddle both worlds, in fact since health insurance is important to me I might have to figure out a way to do that soon, yet with increased competition for corporate jobs it appears as if most companies want someone who doesn't have a full plate of extracurricular activities. 

Needless to say I haven't found a traditional job yet despite keeping an eye on the job boards, and while I could step up the search another notch or two I'm also busy with the weekly newsletter, and the caffe gig. Yesterday Pat, who is a tremendous help in terms of moral support, as well as proofing and contributing a story or two each week, calculated that maybe he makes $3 or so bucks an hour, and these days I'm maybe pacing at $8 thanks to the support of sponsors who've come aboard, and to whom I am very grateful for this season!!! While the pay is small, the fact we are even paid at all is encouraging, though the pay is 100% dependent on my ability to solicit sponsorships, too, and frankly I'm having more fun with the writing than the selling. Our highest paid worker is the delivery kid who makes $10 an hour two hours each week. Like Whitney Houston, I too believe that the children are the future, and even if we're not quite a real company, by installing in him the way real companies pay and job responsibilities maybe one day he will get a job at a real company. A few weeks or so ago I told him that we had brought on a new sponsor. He was like, "uh, cool," though I don't think he understood what I meant, or its implications. I added, "This means you still have a job next month." He understood immediately. 

As I 'pop in' on shops all the time, tonight all are welcome to "pop in on me" as well as Pat at caffe de luca from 7 to 10 p.m. It'll be as close as The Pipeline will come to a 2009 holiday shindig....and like everything else I thought of/"planned" the gathering yesterday, so I understand if it'll just be a few of us...  In addition to steep half-off discount on wine bottles, and 25% off food, and "Aly De Luca's" free tarot readings, with the donation of any amount of toiletries or diapers, while supplies last, people can dip into a "found object" grab bag- CPS forged excuse notes, random stuff from garage sales, art, cat collectibles, it'll all be there! 


Monday, November 16, 2009

Blessed Event, Meet My Cat






The woman at the estate sale earlier today saw what I was holding in my arms and sighed happily. "Ah, a Blessed Event doll, good choice!" she exclaimed, adding that she knew exactly what kind of doll it was because she had wanted one as a girl, but had never gotten one. Oh. 

There were dolls everywhere, in every room of the three story house, but this Blessed Event doll, manufactured in the 1950s and made to look, and feel like a real newborn was the cheapest at $10, and the dirtiest, perfect for a stag prop. I had a funny song written by a classmate on my mind, a little diddy about breast feeding, and Applebee's, when I purchased the doll.

Now, it's almost 2 a.m. and I'm thankful that I'm completely sober because this doll chilling out on my window air conditioner unit is just the sort of thing to freak me out. I think it freaked my cat out. He sniffed a few times, and has been avoiding the doll since.  I relocated it to a stool near the plants. 

Saturday, November 14, 2009

The Tattoo

“THE TATTOO- Extended Blackout”

 

CAST

ALY, mid 30s

MERLE, late 60s

 

                    (In front of a tattoo parlor. MERLE is admiring her forearm and smiling to herself, and then quickly pulls her sleeve down, and covers her forearm as ALY approaches)

                    ALY

Mom! I just got your voicemail! Are you serious? Did you really get a tattoo?

                    MERLE

Yes! Why is that so hard for you to believe?

                    ALY

All my life you said I can’t get a tattoo, because I wouldn’t be buried in a Jewish cemetery if I did, and now you…  you have a tattoo?! You’re 68 years old!

                    MERLE

Well, times have changed. Everybody does cremation now anyway, even the Jews! Sweetie, I’d put your ashes on my mantle regardless of whether or not you had dye on your skin before it was burned over a fire. I’d treasure your ashes even if you spent your life punching holes in your face and in your ears and on your nipples –

                    ALY

Eeeww!! Stop! Okay, I get your point. Please don’t use that word.

                    MERLE

What? Nipples? You are such a prude! How did I raise such a prude?    

                    ALY

I don’t know what’s gotten into you! You’re acting like a Hell’s Angel.

                    MERLE

Well, maybe I’ve been like this all along, and you’ve only seen me the way you wanted to see me.

                    ALY

Uh, maybe. I guess… ? Wha….what is your tattoo of? Did it hurt? Can I see it?

                    MERLE

Sure, but don’t touch it! The ink’s not totally dry. This artist girl, Crescent, what a pretty name! If you ever actually have a child in this lifetime you should name her Crescent, forget what I said about naming your child after your dead father.  He doesn’t have nothing over the name Crescent.

                    ALY

Uh, anything, not nothing, and yeah, I guess Crescent is a nice name, it reminds me of a roll for some reason, but all these years you’ve been saying I should name...       

                    MERLE

Anything, nothing, whatever, you know what I mean. You’re a grammar snob, and look where it gets you! Have you found a job yet, or are you just going to move into my spare bedroom and correct my language all day long? Does anyone else but me even read your blahhg?!

                    ALY

I…I have a job, I’m self employed, remember?! And I don’t have time to blog anymore.

                    MERLE

Ha! You’re self employed! The Illinois Dept. of Employment Security is the REAL sponsor of your neighborhood newsletter. Biggest one you’ve got! Whatcha gonna do when it ends, huh?             

                    ALY

Mom…? Why are you so mean, wh….wh…what’s gotten into you?

 

                     MERLE

Listen, it’s not for me to say. I’m empowered these days, I’m strong, and I’m honest. I’m sick of all the shit I’ve done and said the past six decades. 70 is gonna be the new 22!

                    ALY
Uh, cool! I mean that’s good, I don’t know what age that will make me if you’re gonna be 22 in two years..?

                    MERLE

That would make you not born yet. Your brother too. To hell with the both of you!

                    ALY

No, that’s uh totally fine, Mom, really! Sometimes I sort of wish that for myself, and here you’ve just confirmed it. Now can I please see your tattoo?

    

(Merle rolls up her sleeve. Aly peers at it, and smiles, somewhat relieved)

 

“I’m Sorry?” You got a tattoo on your arm that says, “I’m Sorry?”

                    MERLE

Story of my life, right? I say it so much I figured I’d better just ink it onto my body, and when I can’t say I’m sorry because I’m too busy crying I can just point people I’ve wronged like my children to my shriveled and wrinkled forearm!

                    ALY

That’s really depressing. You’ve never wronged me, mom. I should be the one with an “I’m Sorry” tattoo, not you. I’ve never in my life seen a tattoo that says, “I’m Sorry.”

                   

                    MERLE

Well, now you have, but it won’t be on there for long. It’s Henna, and Crescent promised it will wash off by the 15th of April, just in time for taxes. Happy April Fool’s Day!

 

(Blackout) 

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Downward Dog: A 'Co-insurance Odyssey'





I heard on CNN yesterday that coinsurance is around the corner. The new buzz word for 2010, it means that employees will now have to pay for more of their insurance costs, and up to 50% of an office visit's cost, rather than the traditional flat-rate co-pay, thus if a procedure at an office is three, or four hundred dollars an office visit could cost considerably more than a fixed rate $10 or $15 co-pay. 

Long ago I worked at a company where my boss, who had three kids, joked that she was only staying at her job for the health insurance. Sadly, this is true for many people, though now staying at your job comes with a catch: employees will receive incentives to be heathy, to lose weight, to stop smoking, etc. How far will it go, though? Quite comically, the expert who was quoted on CNN about the importance of workers needing to be healthy had a double chin. Hmm, will he be pressured to lose weight, or lose his job at some point, or be forced to pay more? Who among us in perfect health? 

“Downward Dog"              

Oct. 24th, 2009 (version 2)

CAST

Sara, Claims Adjustment Team Lead, 40s

Heather, team member, 20s

Jim, team member, 30s

Jen, team member, 20s

Brian, team member, 20s

Becky, New Team Member, 30s

 

(A conference room. Sara stands at center)

SARA

Last quarter we reduced our customer’s employee-initiated health insurance claims by 11.2%. That makes me…

 

(Drawing a large circle in the air)

 

                         HEATHER, JIM, JEN, BRIAN

Happy!

                         SARA

Exactly! I couldn’t have done it without the best team in Eon insurance history. What position are we in, folks?

                         HEATHER

Lotus?

                         SARA

No!

JIM

Downward dog?

                         SARA

No!

                         JEN

Scissors

                         BRIAN

Mai Chai?

                         SARA

Yes! Brian! Mai Chai! That’s what I’m talking about. Mai Chai is a reflection of the whole body, and entire being. It embodies the chi we felt as a unified team.

                         HEATHER

Yay, team!

                         SARA

Stop sucking up!

                         HEATHER

Mai Chai embodies the chi we will continue to experience as we address federally mandated co-insurance in 2010, which will require us to be healthy in order to be fully covered by Eon’s employee provided insurance plan. No more cream-based chicken and dumplings in the vending machines! No more smoking, even if it its 500-ft from the building! No more holding your BlueTooth too close to your ear, you will get cancer! No more sleeping around!

HEATHER

Sleeping…….you mean in case people at Eon have STDs, they won’t be covered? What about preexisting conditions?

SARA

 What about them? Tough luck, eh? Maybe you should have practiced some tougher love to begin with, taken better care of yourself, done a bit more yoga.

HEATHER

But, I was ra…raped, remember?

SARA

Don’t worry, beginning today, Heather, I am mandating daily yoga for the purpose of creating a healthier team for the purpose of keeping our own insurance claims low. It’s time we practice what we preach, and lower our own claims in addition to those of our customers.

                         JIM

Is..isn’t that a little extreme? And, you know my little Bud, he had that harelip at birth, and we couldn’t of controlled it. Bud needed surgery!

                         SARA

Would Bud have needed harelip surgery if you hadn’t of married your third cousin? How do you think harelips occur, Jim, come on? Now shut up, and let’s mai chai! And don’t take your anger out over your mildly retarded son—

JIM

He’s developmentally delayed, Sara

SARA

Whatever you want to call it, Jim. Don’t take your anger out on me. Take it out on your body! Ok, everyone, stretch high, stretch lean. Reeeeeeeaaaaaach!

 

(Everyone stand, kicks chairs out, and does a perfect Mai Chai poise, standing on tippy toes, arms high, face to the ceiling, except for BECKY, whom looks on w/ trepidation All stand and reach high with their hands)

 

So here we are, reaching tall, like tall tall reeds in a river. Are we safe?

                         JEN

Yes!

                         SARA

No!

                         BRIAN

Why aren’t we safe?

                         SARA

There is a crocodile.

                         JEN

Oh my gosh, where?!

                         SARA

It’s not a real crocodile, you idiot! It’s a metaphor. But, what is it a metaphor for?

                         BRIAN

“ObamaCARE!”

                        

HEATHER, JIM, JEN, BRIAN

ObamaCARE….  BOOOOOOO… BOOOO… BOOOO!         

                        

SARA

Yes, Booo, boo, boo, and POO POO on ObamaCARE. It IS a crocodile, and it’s threatening our peace! The corporations we serve need OBAMACare like a hole to their heads! Let’s do this pose, people. Breathe in, breathe out. Feel it!! Live it!  Breathe it! Give me Mai Chai!

 

(Sara looks over at BECKY)

 

Very good! Very good! Becky, feel free to join us!                        

BECKY

Thanks, I’m excited to join your team, to be here. I didn’t know yoga was involved. We didn’t do this at my last job.

                        

                         SARA

Last job, last schmob! It’s like saying you had tator tots at your old cafeteria, and why do you guys only have crinkle cut fries here? Who cares, complex carbs are bad for you either way! No obese employees at EON!

 

BECKY

I…I don’t like potatoes. Well, I do, but they are so unhealthy. Starchy. 

                         SARA

Starchy, exactly! And let’s say you did like potatoes, and you liked them a lot, and you ate potatoes with every meal.

BECKY

But.. I don’t.

SARA

It’s a case study! If you ate potatoes all the time you would need to exercise more, do more yoga, keep EON’s cost of covering you low. But don’t get too cozy! Yoga is all about being flexible, dealing with changes, and team, I feel something interrupting our pose!

BRIAN

Lunch?

SARA

No!

JEN

Our self evaluations, due by COB? How many more of these meetings are we going to have—--?

SARA

---Shhh!!!  Back to mai chai! Do not let paperwork block your chi, Jen!! I feel a shadow on our mai chai. It has to do with the subsidized COBRA stimulus. What kind of position is COBRA putting Eon’s corporate clients into?

                         JIM
Downward dog?

                         SARA

Yes! Yes! Yes! Thank you, Jim! I knew I hired you for a reason! Downward Dog it is. Let’s do this!

 

(SARA moves from a Mai Chai to downward dog position, on the floor, kneeling. Though kneeling toward stage, she pulls her head up like a turtle and speaks loudly)

 

Our clients are in a bind. They are backed in a corner. They are being fucked from behind by an elephant dick. That elephant is not an elephant. Can anyone tell me what it is?              

HEATHER

A chimpanzee?

                         SARA

No!

                         HEATHER

A dog?

                         SARA

No!

                         BRIAN

A ferret?

                         SARA

No!                   

                         JIM

A donkey?

                         SARA

Yes, yes, yes! It is a donkey, and it’s blue! Our nation’s Democratic Socialistic Blue Donkey Machine is at fault. 

                    JEN

Exelon will survive! Exelon will fight!

                         SARA

Yes, we will fight for Exelon! Without Exelon this claims team would be a fraction of the size it is today.

(to BECKY)

Becky, you’ll learn soon enough, but Exelon is our biggest client. In the coming days I’ll give you some of their less touchy cases, small stuff like Alaskan oil spills.

BECKY

Cool! Thanks, Sara, I can’t wait! I worked on claims adjustments for Shell at my last job!

                         SARA

Shell, most excellent! Please, no more talk about your last job, you are at EON Insurance now.

                         BECKY
Yes, yes, sorry, I was just there for 10 years, so it’s-

                         SARA

Flush it out, Becky, flush it out! You will become whole again. You will be at peace. You will learn that Exelon’s latest oil spill was exaggerated by blue donkey media. The non-operable melanoma their employees are whining about in the stack of claims I’m going to give you is the lamest poo poo we on this team ever saw pass our desks!

HEATHER

It totally is! Poooo! Like poo piled on my desk every day!

SARA

Heather, stop sucking up! If I had a right mind I’d tell you that I hired BECKY to replace you, but that’s not the case. Our team is actually growing, like a….

JIM

Lotus!

SARA

Yes, a lotus!  Becky, please assume lotus position!  You are one of us now. Welcome!

                         BECKY

Thanks, Sara! I am so glad to be here, but I’m afraid that I’m not, I’m not flexible? I mean I am mentally, but physically I have never been good with stretching? I can do other types of movement… it’s just yoga isn’t for me.

 

(There is a shocked silence. The team stares at BECKY. SARA seems hurt, and tries to gain her composure.)

                         SARA

I see. I…I;m not sure I understand? I’ll be frank with you; I am shocked. You’ve turned my chi upside down.

                         HEATHER

Mine, too!

                         SARA

Heather, I swear!                    

BECKY

I’m sorry, I did not mean to upset your chi.

                         SARA

I’ll figure it out. May I ask how you managed to get through HR? HR knows what my team is all about. I can’t believe they’d send me somebody not….not flexible.

                         BECKY

Well, they didn’t really have a choice in HR. I’m skilled in Zumba, which is rhythmic Latin dancing, combined with fluid, worldly beats. It’s frankly kind of irresistible.

 

(Music like what Becky described begins to play, and the others solely catch on, all moving to music except SARA)

 

I know I’m just a newbie here, but I don’t believe that workers should be discriminated against if they are overweight, smokers, have overactive bladders, and thyroids, diabetes, cancer, STDs, disabilities, or a million other reasons private insurance companies will drum up to weasel out of fully covering people.

                         SARA

I’m not sure I get what you’re saying. The healthier employees are, the better it will be for our corporate clients who have the burden of covering them!

                         JEN

It’s not a burden; it’s a responsibility, Sara.

                         HEATHER

Yea… Yea, Jen is right, Sara.

                         JIM

She….she’s got a point. I…  I’m with Becky.

                         SARA

Becky, I think you’re going to have to leave. I know it’s a bit early for an Exit interview with HR, but we need to pencil one into your orientation schedule.

                         BECKY

I support “ObamaCARE.” It’s the dawn of a new America, and we will not be moved. Like a tree standing by the waterside, we shall not be moved.

 

(SARA strikes a defensive stance, as her entire team joins BECKY in forming one unified line moving to Zumba rhythms)

                         HEATHER

(shouting above the music)

SARA, if you want EON to cover your Lithium pills, you’d better join us!  

                        

(Blackout)