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Everything has to come together

You have to wonder how things ever get done. Today is a perfect example. I had to leave early to hit the pharmacy that my doc prefers. They close at 6 and I don’t get off till then. I’d finished the story I had been working on earlier in the afternoon, that was after a number of stops and starts.

So I leave at 4:30 and head into DC. That is always a trek as it takes two trains from my office to get to where I needed to be in DuPont Circle. I arrived in decent time, right before five.

I get to the counter, ask for my meds and then it starts. The pentacle of fuckupery.

The amount they were trying to charge me was three times the amount I was charged on my previous visit. I asked the middle eastern man to check into the discount card I’d brought in previously.

Twenty minutes later he tells me that it wasn’t honored for either medication. I handed over my prescription benefits card.

Declined.

Three calls later to the card services staff, they told me to try the card as credit instead of debit.

Declined. Again. We checked the balance. $600 in the account. Enough to pay the $110 they were trying to charge me.

The woman at the card services looked at the transaction at her end. The card was declined because the pharmacy didn’t have the system set up for the transaction to show as a prescription. Now answer me this: how can a pharmacy have a system set up not showing a prescription as a damned prescription??????

I told the young man what the card holder was seeing. He had no idea what was going on – no clue. None whatsoever. “I will let the owner know.”

I asked him to tell me what I was supposed to do without my medications. Without blood sugar meds, I run the risk of high blood sugar. It has been a problem that we had just gotten settled. I was finally getting my blood sugar below 200, or down to 100 even. When it had been running as high as 500 at times, this was miraculous. Now I am on my way home without medication. Without the security of knowing that after my current stash is out, as of tomorrow morning, I could run the risk of this same high numbers scenario.

So I am livid. I knew something was up last time I got my meds there because my card was declined but at that time the amount was manageable. The amount of time I have wasted and the money I lost from being off the clock are not worth this headache. I left there so mad that I wanted to punch something. I was cussing as I headed down to DuPont station. Fuming!

And I realize that my overreaction had less to do with the pharmacy’s fuckupery, it was because my friend died this weekend. I was shocked to realize this. I didn’t think I was taking this so hard.

They told me at work this morning that Sean passed over the weekend. My mentor, my friend, my buddy. I won’t see his big old smiling face anymore. I won’t hear his crazy stories and jokes. I can’t stop by his desk and go to an impromptu lunch.

So, no, things didn’t come together. And they may never again. But I can tell you this: I won’t let a moment pass by without saying hello, or thanks, or allowing myself to feel the greatness of the moment. Or the sadness left behind in the wake of the loss of a friend.

Will the medication debacles get resolved? Yes. But I won’t get a chance to say thanks to Sean. Life is shorter than we realize. I need to make changes so I can live as large as possible. I’ve lived too often in the shadow of others – even though some family and friends would argue that I stand in no one else’s shadow.

It’s time for me to cast the shadow. And when I do that pharmacy had better look out!!

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Location:Pennsylvania Ave NW,Washington,United States

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Anniversary, pride and the metro

As most of you know, I am a casual observer of people out in public. Over the last few weeks I’ve been seeing interesting people that I wanted to note and share.

Earlier this week I saw a white man wearing a suit, pulling luggage. But the odd thing was the plastic wrapped container of waters and prepared snacks. It was a cellophane wrapped box of prepared snacks. Did he win them in an office lottery? Or was he taking them to his secretary? It was just interesting. Like…

The tall white kid I saw this week that had the biggest Afro I’ve ever seen! (Why did my phone capitalize Afro?). It was bigger than any I’ve ever seen. Snaps to him for the courage to keep it out of all closing metro train doors. That takes balls. And mad skills.

Today I saw an older male couple heading to gay pride. They had their shirts on proclaiming where they were heading. It was awesome. They were easily in their sixties. I Love that they were heading to pride. It made me realize that my Lamentations that pride is a young mans game are false. Yesterday made me think it was way too young for me. Even after seeing all those beautiful young people strutting, I am happy to see these older guys strolling. And like me, observing.

Other stuff: the young person of indistinguishable gender wearing ripped shorts and an attitude for ages. She/he was pretty regardless.

Me in the middle of getting sunburned.

So the realization hit that I moved here a year ago Friday. Seems like longer.

The thing is that I am not particularly happy here. The city is like a cruel mistress. She enticed me with a stunning city filled with trappings of tourism and history.

Her cruelty lay in the fact that this city is very transitory, as people have warned me here. That fact makes people hardened to others and I have witnessed the harshness and meanness that others inflict on newbies. It’s a dog eat dog world and my milk-bone underwear are filled with teeth marks.

My ability to afford the city becomes more suspect with each paycheck. There’s rarely much left for food and with the damned speeding photo-ticket I received in the mail, I may go on a diet that I didn’t intend.

Unfortunately, the combination of all these little things adds up for a serious bout of depression. I am usually a happy person but not these days.
And that brings me back to yesterday. The pretty boys and hot men aren’t looking at me. Even when I was young, I was never that hot!!!

The cruelty isn’t just made from this city but the fates as well. Starting over at this age is no fun. Maybe I can fashion a good book out of it. I guess that means no more laying around feeling sorry for myself. Time to brush off the cobwebs on my typing skills and use my head for something more than a place for my cap.

In the meanwhile, I am going to look at interesting, hot or fun people today. Maybe some will be all three.

At the end of the day it was pretty awesome. Gotta love it when friends keep you smiling and sane.

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Location:Achilles Ct,Franconia,United States

At the treasury now

My first treasury meeting is going to be interesting. It’s starting with a briefing on the FSOC meeting this afternoon. Never realized that this was such a big deal! Later in the day, there is a meeting with some huge names in the finance regulatory world. Yellen. Tarullo. Lew. My little South Georgia mind is reeling!
 
 Wish me luck!!!
 
 
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Location:Alexander Hamilton Pl NW,Washington,United States

The (unwanted) power of invisibility

I guess I never realized I had a superpower. But it’s been creeping into my daily life for a bit now. I see it in passing glimpses. People don’t see me. I thought at first it was because I am in the big city. DC. Melting pot and shit hole all in one. I have grown used to it in the gay community. Most gay men seemed to look beyond me to some point on the horizon where other hotties are made, I guess. Because they weren’t looking at me.
 No. The true state of the nature of my superpower came into full bloom last week. Now anyone who knows me knows that I am a pretty courteous guy. I say please and thank you and remember when birthdays are of most of the folks around me.
 As I stepped off the elevator at work and headed to Panera in my building, I noticed them. Two older women wandering through the lobby of my building. They were headed in the same direction as I was. That is to say the glass doors going to Panera. I quickly grabbed the door and held it for them, my delightfully goofy grin firmly in place. They stepped through the doors and continued to walk. They didn’t see me. I called out, “You’re welcome!” Still no response. I thought perhaps they were just rude like so many other people I had encountered in DC.
 But after last weekend, I realize I have superpowers. My apologies to the old white women I thought were rude.
 I was out drinking and partying with friends. After a few shots and adult beverages, my liquid courage was at threshold. I said hi to guys. Smiling and complimenting them. But no one chatted back. Not one guy said hi back. No smiles, not even looks of distain. Now I know I am short. That’s easily verifiable. But I am not so short that your line of sight towers over my head!
 As I was getting into the metro train at Pentagon station today, I politely waited until others disembarked the train. The conductor obviously didn’t see me as the doors slammed to a close when I tried to step across the threshold. Another couple of inches closer and my Romanesque nose would have been clamped in its clutches.
 Someone tried to close the elevator doors on me today. My roommate didn’t notice my freshly shorn hair last night.
 I am unaware of radiation exposure or any other chemicals that could have caused such an unexpected situation. Nor do I recall strange lights during the recent eclipse. There’s been no evidence that I have been abducted by aliens. So I am uncertain as to how these mysterious powers developed.
 Just don’t tell the government. I don’t wanna be a lab rat!
 So you see, my superpower is real. Forget going to see hottie extraordinaire Chris Evans in Captain America or the new Superman movie with hottie mchot. You have a real live superhero right here. The problem is you won’t see me. And I am sitting next to ya!
 
 
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Location:Metroliner Parking,Springfield,United States

Observations on a Tuesday

There was this brown-skin middle-aged woman on the train who was huffing and carrying on because some younger woman was standing in front of where the older woman was sitting. The young woman’s backpack kept swinging near the older woman and she’d huff and roll her eyes again.
 
 The train was crowded with people sleepily reading the Metro Express newspaper. The rocking of the train and the rain tapping the windows had a calming effect on me but this woman, I wondered what would have caused such a sense of disdain for the world around her. The man in front of me sat adjacent to her, perpendicular to her. He slumped further in his seat, pushing his long legs closer toward her and she gave him the same look. I noticed his knee was about three inches from her leg. She folded her newspaper forcefully to get his attention, I am sure, yet he paid her no attention as he nodded off into a cautious nap.
 
 A black woman stood nearby and I watched her watching all this like I was. She looked up, catching my eye and smiled at the scene. I rolled my eyes and she stifled a short laugh into her sleeve to avoid the other woman’s glare.
 
 My stop came up and I watched as the angry woman was not happy with more people invading her personal space. Mornings on the metro are not always this entertaining but I enjoy watching people’s interaction with one another in this hot brew of society in the morning.
 
 
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Location:S Arlington Ridge Rd,Arlington,United States

Sunshine week events

I have spent the last day or so in sunshine week events at the National Press Club in DC. It has been enlightening and fascinating to sit in the room with some of the brightest minds in journalism.
 
 Tonight I met a woman that sat in on an event earlier in the day. When I saw her sitting alone this evening, I introduced myself. A fast friendship ensued. As we closed the evening with a metro ride together after the event, I realized that there are good people in DC. She is a charmer and completely fascinated me from the get-go.
 
 I guess that I should mention the brilliant people at the conference. The organizers and attendees were a stunning reminder of the brilliance that we don’t always see when we look at people. The amazing conversations and topics discussed raised my awareness to a new level.
 
 This is why I need to be in DC. I met award winning journalist, brilliant activists and like-minded people. All worthy of mention and worthy of more than a passing paragraph, but as the night rolls on and this train ride ends I must do them justice through my scant words of admiration.
 
 
 
 
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Location:DC

Conference in DC

I am attending the credit union conference in DC and am amazed at the big name folks here: former prime minister Tony Blair, former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright and a slew of senators and house reps. Not to mention having met so many nice people. Wow!
 
 
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Location:9th St NW,Washington D.C.,United States

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