Just an FYI about TX license CN4 Y355

Today on I-10 coming into San Antonio, we got tailgaited (couldn't even see his headlights in my rearview mirror, and without letting up) at 70-80 mph, and then nearly run off the road when he couldn't pass me on the shoulder. He then pulled right in front of me and jammed on his brakes, trying to make me hit him. (I didn't.) Then I saw him do the same thing to several other cars, pulling RIGHT in front of them after passing them (on the right, left, didn't matter), and forcing cars to slam on their brakes. All the while doing anywhere from 75-90 going into town with heavier and heavier traffic.

He was driving a gold SUV (of course) and his license plate was TEXAS CN4 Y355. It was a male in his 30s-60s. Just in case you're considering hiring him for a job, selecting him as a mate (please don't), or getting into a car with him (lol) you may want to think twice. Or, just in case you got tangled up with this asshat on the road, just know you're not alone.

Again, license plate CN4 Y355, out of Texas.

Yes, we made a report with the Bexar County Sheriff's Dept. His license is on file. If he's been as big a douchenozzle to you as he was to us and about 5 other vehicles (within about 3 minutes), please do the same - let's get him revoked!

I will not eat green eggs & ham...and other obstinate affirmations

I've come across a few things lately that I've found have varying degrees of adverse impacts on my sanity. So, I will not partake. If you'd like to contribute to the preservation of my sanity, please feel free to follow in my footsteps and even make up your own.

I will not participate in Facebook games, apps, quizzes, hugs, smileys, greetings, sweepstakes, family trees, networking apps, or coupon deals. Anything that wants me to subscribe and give them permission to mine all my data (and that of my friends) is out. Litmus test: the permission screen.

I will not post chain-letter-like statuses on my wall. I'm already aware of fibromyalgia, breast cancer, child abuse, the wars in the Middle East, and just about any other cause out there, and I'm sure everyone else is, too. I admire the spirit, but seeing these make the copy-paste rounds gets a little tiring.

Likewise, I will not email "Forwards" - you know--chain letters, dire warnings, jokes, Bible verses, etc (unless they are over-the-top funny/important/etc). I can always tell when my older friends/relatives get bored - they send about 20 Forwards a day. Unlike the retired/semi-retired/less-busy folks I know, I've got a mountain of things to do and I simply don't have time to read everything.

I do not check my work email on weekends. Maybe on Sunday night so I know what I might be walking into Monday morning (my job is currently full of one mini-crisis after another, which maybe will change and maybe won't), but that's it. I've advised my clientele that if the situation really is urgent, they can call my cell on weekends. But this unties me from the email and their expectation of a quick response or resolution.

This weekend, I didn't open my laptop once. I took it out of my bag to plug it in so it wouldn't run out of juice and shut down. Other than that, I did nothing else with it. That's got to be some kind of record....

....and I hope I set more.

Really?

My favorite new word of late has been "really?" As in, "really, Facebook, you had to make another pointless change?" or, "really, BMW? You just had to pull right in front of me?"

I have a couple other "really?"s...

Patient "B" wants receipts with codes so they can submit them to their insurance. No problem. Except that they want everything from January on. As in, almost 10 months. Really? They couldn't have let us know a little earlier in the year?

Patient "J"'s insurance keeps sending us letters wanting more information, claiming they don't already have complete info. (Top secret: they do. They're just dicking around, and framing us to look like the bad guys that THEY are.) Really, insurance companies? You seriously didn't see the provider name, address, NPI, TIN, diagnosis code, and procedure code neatly typed out on the receipt our patient--your customer--sent you?

The apartment is bathed in cockroaches - still. We keep everything clean, no dishes in the sink - hell, dishes get put away even before they're dry. The trash is emptied daily. Everything's fresh and clean. I have no idea how they're continuing to subsist.

Three particular users of my P2P program each feel the need to--and have no qualms about--queuing 14 CDs at once. I even had to send out some individual messages to remind them that 3-4 CDs at once is plenty. And after that, I had to send out a second reminder to WAIT until the current queue had finished before queuing more. Sheesh! Really guys? It's not like I'm never online. Chill already.

So the word "really" is great - it's very versatile and can help convey an interesting combo of sarcasm, disgust, and snark, all in two neat little syllables.