What is Up With That?

I guess the newness of living in a new place as eroded and become the despondency of finding oneself in a place where one truly doesn't fit in.   I pretty much dislike most aspects of life here, from the crappy drivers to the yokel attitude that's pervasive here (even on the radio).  I was pretty disappointed with the concert hall as well.  Even with most things being "bigger in Texas", the symphony concert hall isn't big enough for the whole orchestra; the piano is squeezed into one of the "entrance areas" next to the stage.

Anyway, the latest of the things I've gotten grumpy about is the obstinate medical receptionists wanting all your info before you even show up at the office.  (And then of course you get to fill out all those forms again!)  I was trying to schedule my annual check-up today (which I'm actually late for, but I digress).  My health insurance company has stayed the same but I know the numbers aren't quite the same.  Anyway, after getting all this information from me (SSN and everything!), I tell the woman that I have the old card with the numbers on it, but haven't received the new card yet and I can bring a printout with the new numbers on it when I come in for the appointment.  Apparently that wasn't good enough for her, because she goes into a rant about how they need all that information before I show up for the appointment (I didn't have access to the right computer system to get the updated group number for her).  Huh?  When I went to the eye doctor recently they were able to make a phone call and get the information they needed.  I got so frustrated I just told her since she wasn't going to work with me I could go see someone else and to have a nice day.

I mean how difficult do they have to make it?  How hard is it to just get the insurance information when I come in for the appointment?  She didn't even recognize my Fortune 500 employer when she asked me who I worked for.

Ugh!

Homesick

I get homesick every now and then.  But when I went to visit home last weekend it didn't feel like home anymore.  I guess you can never go back.

Some days are better than others.  Today was not one of those days.  I don't know if it's the heat that's making me so short tempered, but I really cannot stand the arrogant, self-absorbed jerks who drive like maniacs around here.  I theorize the difference between the Dallas self-absorbed jerk and the Los Angeles self-absorbed jerk is that the Angeleno knows how big his/her car is (usually) and the Dallasite (not sure what residents of Dallas call themselves, but Dallasite is kind of like parasite) thinks his/her gigantic SUV is half the size it is.

Between that and the people who think that the economy is Obama's fault or that a Smart car isn't "smart" because they had a 1980-whatever Honda civic that could get 40 mpg make me feel like this entire city is filled with ignorant, arrogant, mouth breathing goons.
 
I'm irritated that you have to have three (3!!!) huge stickers on your windshield to have your car considered registered/toll tagged.  No wonder the drivers here can't drive; they can't even see out the window.

I'm tired of never fitting in no matter where I go.  At least I felt comfortable in LA.

Even the airport doesn't give me a break.  DFW Airport is what happens when you realize the nightmare that is an Escher drawing in concrete.  Good luck trying to escape.