January 9th, 2002

groat

From the "damn that's fast" department...

So I called the insurance company yesterday morning to get the ball rolling, with the hopes that maybe I could get the damage wrought upon my pickup by that flaky Firestone repaired before I start collecting my social security. I got a call back from them four hours later at my workplace. I spoke with my contact, got a claim number assigned, and went through the motions to get an adjuster assigned to the case. At 8:45 this morning an adjuster calls my apartment, asking when they can set up a time to evaluate the pickup. I think I like this insurance company -- this is pretty fast.

On the down side, my back is putting me through an excruciating amount of pain. It started two nights ago, and really manifested itself last night after I got home from work. It's a pulled muscle, I think, but annoyingly it's at the small of my back, so anything I do hurts -- leaning to the side, moving my leg....
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groat

Poetic justice...

Spam doesn't pay, and payback is sometimes as simple as a Google search, or at least that is what a supposed "computer consultant" in the Chicago region by the name of Bernard Shifman is finding out.

It just goes to show you: if you don't want others to see it, don't get the 'net involved. It's a powerful medium, and the technical expertise required to navigate it is becoming less and less every day as new software and technologies are employed. After reading this I felt the urge to go do a vanity search of my name on Google, just to see what turns up. Nothing I didn't expect, and nothing I'm ashamed of seeing, either.
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