Get out of my way… Julie is on a rampage!
Yes, today I’m on a rampage. I got a few things done that I’ve been meaning to accomplish, and it’s done.
First of all I had an issue with a pharmacy in town. My mother had purchased a neck brace from this certain pharmacy, and she paid for it. I was there. I helped her write the check because she couldn’t move her head. We were told by the mousey little woman with the British accent at the cash register that she would be reimbursed once her insurance “verified, or approved” it. Okay, whatever—insurance stuff still confuses me. A few weeks later we get something in the mail from her insurance stating that is was approved. I bring it over to the pharmacy, and the mousey woman gave me something to fill out for my mother for her to get reimbursed. I filled it out, handed it over to the lady, expecting to get cash in return. Instead, the mousey woman with the tiny British accent informs me that she’ll get reimbursed soon.
Well, a month and a half goes by, and I go to the pharmacy again for another reason, but I decide to stop and inquire about my mother’s refund that she had yet to receive. The mousey lady of course was gone. Everyone knew who the mousey lady was (she is the only one there with the accent) but no one could tell me where she was, or if she was going to return. It was if the tiny little woman with the accent had vanished in thin air. (Perhaps with large sums of money?!) I explain to another woman what I was inquiring, and I am then informed that my mother didn’t pay it, her insurance did. What? Yes, her insurance paid for it, because “that is what our system says.” Of course I don’t have a receipt, and I don’t have a cancelled check for the purchase handy to prove she did pay it, so I’m standing there with a blank look on my face, being looked at as a person who is trying to swindle the pharmacy a lousy $33.
Well, my mother finds a copy of the check in question, and of course I put it under the seat of my car, with good intentions to clear the matter, but naturally I “forget” about it for awhile. I’ve been meaning to go to the pharmacy, but I always find better things to do. Just the thought of going there, with those ladies again, to try and resolve the problem, after being looked at as someone who was trying to swindle $33 did not sound very appealing. Well, today, was D day. In the mail was a bill from this said pharmacy, demanding payment for the “remainder of the cost of the neck brace that insurance didn’t pay”. Yes, I was a little mad.
Okay, it was a lousy $4.50… But still.. How dare they ask for more money from my mother! I was THRILLED to find the cancelled check STILL under the seat of my car, where it had been sitting for the last 2 months!
I called the pharmacy, and instead of wasting my time going there, I faxed them the cancelled check with a letter. It wasn’t a nice letter; but it wasn’t mean either. I simply told them that they needed to check up on their policies with clients-especially older people who may not have someone overseeing what is going on to clear up their accounting errors. Good Lord! If that check for $33 isn’t in my mom’s mailbox by the end of next month there will be hell to pay!! It’s not the amount of the money---it’s the principle!
In other news, earlier this week, I picked up my son and his friend at the train station in town. It was the first time he had ever been on a train, and it was the first time I ever had to pick him up at a station. Well, apparently I was waiting at the wrong place, and almost got locked out by this official looking girl holding keys. As soon as I realized I may have been in the wrong area, I got up and motioned her to open the door and let me out. You have to realize, that I thought I was being locked up in the station. By the look on her face, it didn’t look like she was going to open the door. I kind of freaked. All I saw where tracks! (Along with some really questionable looking people sitting on the bench that I definitely did not want to get to know) Well, she gave me a crazy look and finally opened the glass doors to let me out. As I explained to her that I was waiting for a train coming from the San Francisco area, she completely blew me off, and told me that there were no more arrivals that night, and the only arrival was a bus coming from Stockton.
Oh how I hate being lied to. If there is one thing I hate more-it’s being lied to. Was I at the wrong station?! I didn’t think so.
Well, I leave the station, and of course my cell phone is dead, so I’m looking for change, so I’m searching for a pay phone, and then I notice all these cars picking up people. Hmm… She said, “no arrivals” didn’t she? Sure enough I walk around the building and there sitting on the bench is Andrew and his friend. They had just gotten off the train.
That girl working in the station was very lucky she had locked the doors already. I was ready to march in there and give her a piece of my mind. She should know NEVER to lie to a mother about the whereabouts of her children. I could have easily driven off to another station and left two 14 year olds at the station in the middle of the night. Well, I wrote a complaint letter instead. I hope when word gets to her supervisor she will know NEVER to do that again.
Urrrr….
Oh, and then there is LOLLY. I do not like this person. While cleaning my future desk, he made a comment that I may not keep the desk because it was purchased for position of a higher rank. Excuse me?! Yes, it’s nice modular furniture, but it isn’t made of gold. True, I’m not an “analyst” of any sort, or an over paid, “county executive” in fact I’m one of those “lowly, disposable records clerks”. Should I keep the storage boxes and make myself a desk?! He was so rude, that I thought he was joking at first, but then I realized that he was just being his natural, condescending jerk self. I almost threw my antibacterial tub of wipes at his little head, but I contained myself, and I looked at him, and told him quite frankly that I had to work somewhere, and it was a decision made by the Chief-it wasn’t my idea, it was his superior’s idea. Well, that didn’t sit well with Lolly, and he marched into my supervisor’s office. I don’t know what was said, but my supervisor put him straight, and he ended up coming out of the office like a doggie with his tail between his legs, being overly nice towards my direction. I do not like that evil little man—not at the least, and I’m not alone on that one.
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