Hm, because their account is being charged by a pharmacy for insulin, metformin, test strips and lancets? Because they regularly get an A1C in their bloodwork? Maybe because they are in a certain BMI range and all of the above? They had a nutritionist consult? They have demiannual endocrinologist appointments?
Did the account manager bother to read the insurance reports? Maybe ask the patient why the insurance company believes they have diabetes? Do anything besides sitting there with their thumb up their arse asking you to do their work?
A friend got a new job, and spent his first week (last week) training. He makes a post on Facebook early yesterday morning about how excited he is to start his first “real” day.
Two hours later, he finds out that his entire department is being laid off, including those with whom he interviewed for the position (so it looks like the entire department got blind-sided).
Yesterday a small chip broke off one of my top front teeth. It doesn’t hurt, but the sharp edge is annoying. I already have a dental checkup scheduled in 2 weeks, so I can hold out until then.
Yeah, pretty much just as he was getting his deskspace settled and organized, they told him not to bother, because his job had been eliminated (along with those of the entire department).
Luckily, he left on good terms at his old job, so there is a chance he might just be able to go back to it. I’m not sure if it’ll work out that way, but some of his old co-workers said they didn’t think his job had been filled as of yet.
Thanks for the sympathy and the offer of an alibi. I don’t usually move ferals because once the resident ones are gone, new ones move in. My rescue leader was horrified when I called her and has found barns for kitties to go to. They will get fed and have shelter. I’ve got 3 of them and I’m going to go back later tonight and set the traps again. I hope that asshole who poisoned them enjoys living with the rodents.
Oh and fuck assholes who poison dogs as well.
And fuck chipping teeth and then spending every waking moment running your tongue over the chipped tooth and ending up with a sore on your tongue. You have my sympathy MLS.
(Wonders if its obvious that I’m still so fucking mad that I could actually do violence to a person. Nah, I’m pretty sure that I’m covering it quite well.)
I hate the Dunning-Kruger effect. It would make it so much easier to deal with stupid people if they were at least smart enough to go sit on their hands in the corner instead of contributing.
And fuck people who don’t have a clue about what a task involves but has to offer up “helpful” advice while you are trying to fix the thing they fucked up.
I could wish the idiot “drivers” in this area would just vaporize and let competent drivers upgrade cars. “Wonderful” idea, tailgating at freeway speeds with slick roads.
Oh, and stupid bicyclist in black, at night, NO lights or reflectors, wandering in front of cars and then acting like WE’RE the morons? Kindly DIAF.
Oh, and uterus? I hate you, too. What did I ever do to you to justify the cramping you’re doing right now?
Yes, I’m PMSing right now, TYVM. Just pass me chocolate. Now.
Hands over some chocolate. I just happen to have the good stuff, white chocolate from OZ. I also have some dark chocolate. Do you want some wine with it?
And yes, fuck idiot drivers who tailgate you at 70 mph. And while we are at it fuck idiots who wear dark clothes and then step out in front of a moving vehicle and then flip you off for honking your horn. This is Texas, you fucking asshole. You are lucky I only used my fingers!
Suggestion for the betterment of mankind: In doctor’s waiting rooms, instead of appointments, top priority should be given to mothers with screaming, gibbering, puling, barking, shrieking, hateful children, the better to get the little shits out the fucking door as soon as humanly possible.
I don’t do alcohol, but thanks for the chocolate. Bonus PO points for my so-“loving” family. Between a boneheaded husband and two pesky pets, forget sleeping in by much on my “day off” (do have two classes today), and this is the second night in a row of poor sleep. My Mt. Dew intake is getting a bit ridiculous.
Too bad the financial and legal consequences of some gene pool chlorination are so steep. I thought in Texas, they had “he needed killing” as a defense on murder charges, so why not “he needed running over” for idiot pedestrians/bicyclists like these?
Yep. I went to a bike rally in San Jose, many bikes had no lights, no reflectors and the riders wore all black (they tried, but they couldnt find any darker color)- and they said “You can’t hit what you can’t see!”.:eek::dubious::mad: And then the bike accident rate goes up, and us drivers and taxpayers have to pay for it with worthless fucking bike lanes that the cyclists dont use anyway. :mad:
And pedestrians crossing in the middle on the street, in the dark, wearing black hoodies, and texting instead of watching for traffic. :mad:
The term “reach out” needs to be suffocated in its sleep. Die, motherfucker! Die! “I’ll have one of my staff reach out to you.” Fuck you! You can call, write, text, send a memo, or email me. Unless I’m drowning and you’re trying to rescue me, keep your fucking hands to yourself. How did such a stupid pretend-feel-good useless phrase become the norm?
I believe I was in the drive-up at the bank behind the Queen of the World last night.
I had to leave work early to go to a doctor appointment. On the way, I had to stop at the ATM to pull out my copay. The person in front of me slides their card, punches in a number, and does a couple things. Then she looks at a receipt. Then she slides her card again, and goes through the process again. She did this at least 6 times before I finally lost my temper and honked at her. After that last time, she finally drove away. I wasn’t the only car waiting, either.
Trust me, if you don’t get the information you’re looking for the first time, the sixth time isn’t going to be any different. If you need to keep trying, go around and try again, but let those behind you move!
Saw this at the grocery store ATM one day. Two guys slid 5 different cards and checked the balances on each and made withdrawals from two of them. Had more cards and then one of them looks at me standing behind them with both eyebrows raised, at which point they decided they should leave. I later spotted one of the guys WORKING at the grocery store. :eek: Ok, now I know where they got the cards from…
