Day in Office

Am in office with morosely loquatious teacher of shakespeare. We are not taling about shakespeare, which would at least, for me, be educational, but are, instead talking about the Health Insurance plan. How terrible it is. Rather, he is talking and I am nodding, trying to use ESP to get Libby to buzz me. She is, unsurprisingly, unreceptive to ESP command. Instead, email message from Contessa pops up with Urgent in the subject line. Click to open message. In unhelpful attempt to speed things along, say brightly to Professor, I'm sure it will all get worked out. Professor says hmm, and launches into detailed descriptino of how was treated by customer service. Like a dog. Try to read message from the Contessa while still appearing to pay attention. Message reads, I am a bad person for sending you this. The vice-boss got a chemical peel. Her face looks like hamburger and I am glad. This not very kind, nor funny, but snort and laugh in undignified manner. Very trying moment follows. The Professor says he expected as much from the insurance company, but not from the school. He has taught here for twenty years and everyone thinks he's a dog. Spend what seems like hours convincing him that we think nothing of the sort.