I'm going to post this here, in my blog.. so it doesn't add any fire to the thread about Aflac.
A few things.. in addition to likely losing my job or being forced to resign.
My father has a favorite expression "At The End Of The Day". Well, I was thinking.
Does it really matter that Sheila was "Cancer Free" in October 2011?
All that matters is that she was found to have brain tumors on the morning of Feb 13, 2012, and that she died on the morning of April 4, 2012.
Does it really matter that Mitch was euphoric and crying on the morning he passed the insurance exam, Dec 30, 2013?
Does it really matter that Mitch had a position at Aflac for the year 2014, and was/is a licensed insurance agent? No.. all that matters is that the massive law firm that committed to signing, backed out, and said move will likely cost Mitch his position at Aflac.
My father always seems to justify those who hurt me, lie to me, or go back on their words to me.
He did so when, in late 2012, my uncle wished me to be on SSD for the rest of my life , and justified my uncle, when my uncle didn't wish me well on passing the insurance exam.
My dad justified the lawyer he knows at the firm, saying "I have no right to be angry at Alan about the deal not going through, and five months isn't that long for a deal to fall apart". This is a theme of my whole life, how my dad, and those he says, has all the "Rights", and Mitch has "No Rights".
When I told my dad that I was so upset with these developments, because I wanted to be a successful insurance agent, and be self sufficient, he waved his hand in dismissal.
I had a major seizure this afternoon, and hurt myself, badly, because,. my dad is helping my friend Barney with an issue regarding a sale of Barney';s mother's expensive insurance policy, and we had a meeting about it during which they talked. They both aggravated me so much, that it caused me to have a seizure.
I felt "Alive" from the day I passed the insurance exam. until the day I found out this law firm had lied to us, and would not be signing.
Now...
Instead of my dad understanding why I want to resign, and bow out gracefully, like a man, after this huge disappointment.. he has to fight with me on that too.
Personally.. I think he is just waiting for me to get fired.. I think it will give my uncle and him a good laugh, and that maybe my uncle will even contact me, to make fun of me for being fired.
I've worked so hard over the past year plus to rebuild my life, by killing myself to pass the exam.. learn the ropes at Aflac, with my speech therapy, and the gym, only to run into one roadblock after the next with Keith at work, and have continuous battles with my father.
The old Mitch, the one that was successful in college, and the one with the vibrant personality, had come back.
Now, if I'm fired, and forced to accept a menial job, and not be in insurance, the career I worked so hard to learn, it will drive me back into the depression that I had for the year and a half after my mom's death.
Simply put.. if I cant be successful.. I'm no lure for any woman to want to be with. I'm old, with many health issues.
My dad doesn't understand any of this.. or give a shit. All is fine.. as long as he can admonish me about my life.
Something bad is going to happen, I feel it. Maybe.. one day.. one of my seizures will kill me and.. I'll be off his back, and out of his hair, for good.
I don't feel like I want to die.. but.. losing this situation at Aflac, after how hard I worked, and being lied to that a major client would sign, is a major, major blow.
It';s not as bad as finding out your mother had a brain tumor, and was going to die in a matter of weeks, but, I feel the worst now, that I did since then.
A few things.. in addition to likely losing my job or being forced to resign.
My father has a favorite expression "At The End Of The Day". Well, I was thinking.
Does it really matter that Sheila was "Cancer Free" in October 2011?
All that matters is that she was found to have brain tumors on the morning of Feb 13, 2012, and that she died on the morning of April 4, 2012.
Does it really matter that Mitch was euphoric and crying on the morning he passed the insurance exam, Dec 30, 2013?
Does it really matter that Mitch had a position at Aflac for the year 2014, and was/is a licensed insurance agent? No.. all that matters is that the massive law firm that committed to signing, backed out, and said move will likely cost Mitch his position at Aflac.
My father always seems to justify those who hurt me, lie to me, or go back on their words to me.
He did so when, in late 2012, my uncle wished me to be on SSD for the rest of my life , and justified my uncle, when my uncle didn't wish me well on passing the insurance exam.
My dad justified the lawyer he knows at the firm, saying "I have no right to be angry at Alan about the deal not going through, and five months isn't that long for a deal to fall apart". This is a theme of my whole life, how my dad, and those he says, has all the "Rights", and Mitch has "No Rights".
When I told my dad that I was so upset with these developments, because I wanted to be a successful insurance agent, and be self sufficient, he waved his hand in dismissal.
I had a major seizure this afternoon, and hurt myself, badly, because,. my dad is helping my friend Barney with an issue regarding a sale of Barney';s mother's expensive insurance policy, and we had a meeting about it during which they talked. They both aggravated me so much, that it caused me to have a seizure.
I felt "Alive" from the day I passed the insurance exam. until the day I found out this law firm had lied to us, and would not be signing.
Now...
Instead of my dad understanding why I want to resign, and bow out gracefully, like a man, after this huge disappointment.. he has to fight with me on that too.
Personally.. I think he is just waiting for me to get fired.. I think it will give my uncle and him a good laugh, and that maybe my uncle will even contact me, to make fun of me for being fired.
I've worked so hard over the past year plus to rebuild my life, by killing myself to pass the exam.. learn the ropes at Aflac, with my speech therapy, and the gym, only to run into one roadblock after the next with Keith at work, and have continuous battles with my father.
The old Mitch, the one that was successful in college, and the one with the vibrant personality, had come back.
Now, if I'm fired, and forced to accept a menial job, and not be in insurance, the career I worked so hard to learn, it will drive me back into the depression that I had for the year and a half after my mom's death.
Simply put.. if I cant be successful.. I'm no lure for any woman to want to be with. I'm old, with many health issues.
My dad doesn't understand any of this.. or give a shit. All is fine.. as long as he can admonish me about my life.
Something bad is going to happen, I feel it. Maybe.. one day.. one of my seizures will kill me and.. I'll be off his back, and out of his hair, for good.
I don't feel like I want to die.. but.. losing this situation at Aflac, after how hard I worked, and being lied to that a major client would sign, is a major, major blow.
It';s not as bad as finding out your mother had a brain tumor, and was going to die in a matter of weeks, but, I feel the worst now, that I did since then.
