July 31 of 2002 I was at work in the deli department of a grocery store, slicing roast beef on an electric slicer with all safety equipment in its proper place and being operated properly, when the beef slipped somehow and my thumb hit the metal blade. I lost a slice off the top, tip and side of my thumb that took off most of the thumbnail, half the nail bed, a great deal of the fingerprint and quite a bit of flesh. I had to argue with the manager on duty to get them to take me to a hospital instead of just sending me home to go to my own doctor, but it was very clearly a workmen’s comp case, and I made sure they were going to file the claim. When I checked in at the hospital, I told them it was WC and gave them all the information I had about who the company was.
A few weeks later, I received a bill in the mail from the hospital’s emergency room, charging me for the visit. I called the hospital, and they told me to call the company in New York City that’s in charge of the emergency room billing. I called them, told them it was a WC issue, and they said ok. I then called the store and made sure they had filed the claim; they said they had.
Six months go by, during which my thumb heals very well and I assume all is right with the world. Then I start getting the threatening letters from the collections agency. I tell them the issue, call the hospital and the NYC ER people and the store again, and write a letter to the hospital so they’ll have it in writing. By this time I no longer worked for the grocery store - I’d quit shortly after the accident - and they refused to give me the information on their WC insurance company, claiming only employees are priveleged to know that information. It takes several weeks for this to clear up, during which time I am harassed by the collections agency so often that I consider siccing a lawyer on everyone just to make it go away.
I should’ve done it.
Another six months go by, and here I am in Texas with a thumb that you can’t even tell was ever sliced off. I get ANOTHER FUCKING BILL. NOW I’m fucking PISSED. I’ve told these people a good three times now that it’s not my fucking issue! Apparently somebody somewhere isn’t doing their goddamn job, and I don’t have a fucking clue why it’s MY job to do it FOR them! I can’t even go to the grocery store and kick asses because I’m 1,700 miles away! So I guess I get to call everyone AGAIN, write MORE letters, and this time if it doesn’t get cleared up immediately I’m going to HAVE to get a lawyer.
Y’know, if they’d done this right the first time, I’d’ve been happy. If I’d had to get a lawyer the first time they fucked it up, I would’ve just gone to court to get the fees settled properly. But now I’m pissed, and if I end up having to get a lawyer I want damages or something. Even if it’s just ten fucking dollars, I want SOMETHING for having to put up with their bullshit all the time. I am so pissed off I can’t even write a good thread about it. Grr!!!