I’m not psychic, just broken.

I always thought my ability to read people was caused by early childhood traumas.  On today’s scale, not so traumatic.  But let’s not place everything on a graph.  Any event a child experiences that causes pain, sadness, fear, humiliation, etc. can be life altering in some form or another.  Anyway, I do notice people and some people exude a creepy vibe.  Some people have layers of good and not so good.  And some people have created a wall so it’s hard to tell.  Anyway, I think I developed this skill for protection.   Nothing special.  I assume most people have also developed this skill for survival.   I don’t know what made me think of this topic.  I’m sure I was playing pinball in my head and while I was bouncing from one thought to another, this thought made the lights flash.

And today, I made another call to my pension benefits little house of horrors.  I still haven’t been reimbursed for last month’s premium.  So once again, I politely told the automated digi-voice I didn’t know the stupid PIN number and waited until I could talk to a real live human.  After explaining the problem (again), she said she was going to have the manager look at my case.  Now, mind you, I didn’t raise my voice, use foul language, or demand to speak to the manager, so I did not, I repeat, did not cause a Karen moment.  I knew what the problem was.  But apparently, I needed Brad to tell me what I already knew and he politely told me 3 times.  It was like listening to the man put himself on repeat, rewind, and repeat again.  He said he’d take care of the issue.  I said okay. Later this evening, I checked my account. No activity. No deposit posted. Nothing.  I’ll check every day for the next 5 business days.  If nothing has occurred, I’ll be calling again.  I’ve got Brad’s name.  Apparently, he’s the only Brad in the department.