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We had a meeting this morning to explain changes in our health plan for next year. (We're moving from SelectBlue to something called DirectBlue, which appears to be better in every way that I care about.) There were some ambiguities in the summary of benefits, so naturally I asked a few clarifying questions, as did some of the other engineers.

Toward the end of the meeting they handed out enrollment forms (actually for the new vision plan that we're also getting) and Terry said that no one could leave the room before completing the form because last time it took her 6 months to get some of them back. We had a few people who had to get new forms because they messed up something in the process of filling it out; these things happen.

Then Rudy got up to hand his in and Terry praised him, saying "thanks for not messing the form up or asking 50,000 questions". I interjected, saying that they were *good* questions and *needed* to be asked, and how *dare* she complain? (All with a smile on my face, of course.)

You know, I might have just identified a distinguishing characteristic that caused Robin to remember me 13 years after we worked at the same company. :-) I'll bet there are other Transarcians who still remember that United Way meeting from 8 or 9 years ago...