Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Interrupting The Crazy

I lost my insurance card.

I didn’t realize that I lost my insurance card until I needed it. Who surveys their wallet for their insurance card on a regular basis, anyway? Please. I live in the real word, where important things are only important under OMGIneedittoday circumstances. Otherwise, it is just extra bulk to carry around in my purse and it isn’t like I’m going to get in a car accident or break my arm playing hockey so clearly I don’t care.

On Monday, I needed my insurance card.

I recently decided that it would be a good idea to start filling my birth control prescription again (hmmm), which apparently I haven’t done since changing insurance companies. This perky pharmacy tech called and was all “don’t forget your new insurance card!” and I was all “oh, fuck.”

Clearly, I didn’t have it. And a new copy takes 7-10 days to arrive once you've reported it missing. I was mostly screwed. So I moseyed over to the pharmacy and got the prescription anyway.

$80. Fine. I can bring in my receipt and paperwork after I receive my new insurance card and they will bill my insurance company and refund the remainder and that seems fair and lovely.

Except that my copay is still $50, because it isn’t a generic. Which is approximately $45 more than I would like to spend.

I hate insurance. And I am so, so grateful to have it.

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My nemesis coworker brought me a coffee from D. Donuts this morning. He also brought one for my boss.

Nemesis coworker: “Here you go. Medium coffee, cream and sugar.”
Me: “Is that the same as my work dad?”
Nemesis coworker: “That is the same as your work dad.”

Here is what warms my heart: being able to refer to my boss as my work dad in conversation without is becoming a distraction to what I was saying. That, my friends, is the sign of an awesome nickname.

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Oh! I never told you guys what I heard back from Bridezilla, 2 or 3 days after I had originally emailed her about me and The Groomsman.

"Very cool that you and The Groomsman have gone out. Thanks for letting me; I had no idea. Have fun :-)"

I don’t really know what that means.

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I have recently decided to return to using a paper planner.

I’ve been using a Palm for quite some time. I like it okay. Except that I can’t keep it charged due to my frequent fits of extreme laziness. It would probably make sense to upgrade to a phone that is awesome and keeps my calendar and lets me check my email every sixteen seconds, but then I would be checking my email every sixteen seconds. And tweeting every four minutes. And checking Facebook nine times per hour. That can of worms? I am avoiding opening it as long as humanly possible.

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I’m currently reading Pat Conroy’s South of Broad. I love it.

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My trip to the mall for Operation: Pants was a success.

Except that my pants feel strangely tight.

You can’t fit an extra person into my pants and I just don’t know how to feel about that.


Stace said...

I feel totally out of the loop and I HATE IT. :( But sounds as though everything is just as i've left it. :) hope all is well though. xoxox

Mrs. Architect said...

You know, as I started reading this email, I was JUST thinking, "wonder if she got a reply from bridezilla and if so, what it was..."

And then I continued reading. :o)

Yay for the update and yeah... not sure what her response means.

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