Employee Benefit Implementors Ruminate While Sipping Glog

The following monologue was created from a conversation I had with two women as they waited for Val to serve them some hot glog. Note: multiple voices and perspectives speak as one.

 

We’re not down here too often

we work in Brookfield and have clients here

so we’re not here usually for drinking

except today

it’s so cold we needed something

we live in Brookfield and Jackson

I feel that all I ever do is drive

I drive for everything

and I guess I’m used to it

but Jackson is a beautiful town and I love living there.

How bout you, pilule for Waukesha?

Well, yeah, I live in Waukesha.

I’m actually from the U.P.

from the Upper Michigan

uh yes, so I moved here in 1982

and I’ve worked downtown for several years

for a couple of architects so, uh I’m pretty used to it

I don’t like the traffic either

or the drive, but…

are you both architects?

No, we actually work for an insurance brokerage firm.

Okay. Is that fun at all?

Not right now

healthcare reform

it’s stressful,

yeah, healthcare reform,

but we work on employee benefits

so we go to different clients

and we help them implement their employee benefit programs

it’s fun meeting with employees and the employers

that’s always enjoyable,

but very educational right now,

the industry right now is really rough.

She’s good at insults.

She says I have no filter

one of our account execs was in a really bad mood

and he had been in his office with the door shut,

slamming things and yelling

and we were having our big company dinner

(we just had a thanksgiving dinner)

and I saw him walking by with a plate of food later

and I said, “Well,

I sure hope that fixes your mood.”

Oh my god, Kristi!

I know!

And you still have your job

I know and I thought

he didn’t

and he didn’t punch me,

it makes it easier to work when you’re not superficial.

 

The glog is served.

 

You know what it makes me think of?

“It’s A Wonderful Life,”

when Clarence goes into the bar

and Clarence is trying to decide

after a thousand years

what’s he’s going to have

and he asks for a rum toddy

or something like that

with a dash of cloves

or whatever

and they threw him out,

y’know?

That’s what it reminds me of.

Well, Clarence would be welcome here!

For sure.