I hate having morals

Being a good and honest person is dumb. I’m not going to get anywhere if I keep this up.

There was a weird clerical error at work where they forgot to sign me up for health benefits. “Professionals” get health coverage from day 1, the rest after 3 months, but somehow my info got filed under “must be some customer support minion or something” and ignored*. When I asked about my health plan delay and they discovered the mistake the HR people were apologetic and said they’d get it sorted and would backdate the coverage to my first day of work.

I started on August 4th.

They backdated it to June 7th.

I thought that was odd and I reread the documents. I then looked in my personal calendar to find out the dates for the $4K I’d dropped in dental bills last summer. Ah, yes: June 9th.

I could’ve stayed quiet. I could’ve submitted those dental bills and gotten up to $3K of that money back. But nooooooooooooooooo. I’m a good person. GAWD.

Instead, I wrote an email to HR informing them of the date discrepancy. To which they responded with a thanks for bringing the problem to their attention, and that they’d get that corrected right away.

Damn.

I’m actually quite upset about this. I’m not entirely convinced that the shame I’d feel about submitting pre-job medical expenses would be worse than the feeling of just having said no to three thousand guilt-ridden dollars. I would’ve used the money for altruistic purposes (help support the economy through purchase of electronic goods) and probably would’ve felt okay about the whole thing in the end. But now I can’t.

I’m not sure I like me as a morally upright and decent human being. Maybe it’s this stupid niceness everyone exhibits around here that’s rubbing off on me. Perhaps I’ll go out and trip some old ladies on the sidewalk, just to even it up.

*Possibly because I’m too cute to be a database administrator.