Now that you mention it, I thought I heard a funny-sounding duck outside…
Olives, some companies will allow a retroactive auth…I would call the insurance company, see if you can file a petition in writing and what the process is.
MY doc forgot to get a preauth for one of my meds, got some bills for 12K…thankfully, after 6 months of wrangling, I found out yesterday they are back down to me just owing the copay.
Thanks. They told me on the phone they only do retroactive authorizations two weeks back, which means only one of my seven sessions will be covered. **Sr. Olives ** is going to tackle it later… my blood pressure is too high right now to even think about calling them back.
I called before I even went for services, and now, three months later, there are all these rules they forgot to mention… like I am only authorized for seven sessions at a time and then I have to submit a Services Request Form 2 weeks before the date of my last authorized session and all this bullshit that nobody EVER told me when I called specifically to find out.
Anyone know any good deep breathing exercises?
Based on what I’ve encountered at work, I would actually believe that…my department produces reports with detailed instructions regarding the inspection and testing of parts. These instructions are also stored with the part number in our database, and are printed on a piece of paper to be attached to the part when it’s brought into the warehouse. Yet I (and my coworkers) spend a significant amount of time explaining to other departments what parts need testing, or what parts need to be sent out for testing, even though this information is clearly spelled out in multiple locations.
More work rants: hey, customer service lady, I did not tell you to add six items to that job. I signed it off (with three items, not six!) and didn’t think anything else about it until your manager came in screaming at me today, demanding to know why I had told you to add the parts. Your inability to remember why you did something is no reason to throw my ass under the bus! Go on vacation or retire or something…I am not taking responsibility for something you did! (By the way, I’ve emailed you twice about adding parts to another job…you realize that no further work will be done until I have those parts, correct?)
New guy in the lab…I am an engineer. I don’t need a damn tour of the lab in response to a yes/no question, especially in that smarmy “ain’t she cute” tone of voice. I’ve been here over three years, and I know what equipment we have (especially since it’s all labeled due to some ISO thing); hell, I’ve helped run some of it.
And where in the fuck is my new chair? Everyone else in the department got a new chair; I was supposedly “overlooked”. :mad:
You’re allowed to wish Cancer on people if having it would disuade them from horribly misguided opinions involving it.
Like one of my former bosses. I had a couple of minor bad things happen to me, nothing really horrible at all. But he was mad at me for something goddamned stupid and decided to call me into the office to put me on probation and tell me (without ever looking me in the face) that I had to be a bad human being, because bad things only happen to people who deserve it. It’s been something like 16 years, and I still pray that this motherfucker did or will get cancer, if only to force an internal confrontation with that whole stupid idea in his head.
Since sunscreen is bad (but not bug spray!) maybe we can wish a treatable skin cancer on her?
Does she attend sessions to teach her how to live a more present life too? A friend of mine is in a royal battle with her ex because his new wife refuses to put sunscreen on her 7 yr old when he is with them. Her pale as milk red headed 7 yr old. Also no sunscreen for the yr old toddler but apparently its okay for dad to wear. New stepmom teaches at some wacked out cult like life coaching institute and apparently this is one of their beliefs.
I’s sad. I laughed out loud.
Why does every company I ring- no matter what they trade in, or what time- explain that they are “experiencing high volumes of calls and your call answering may be delayed”? Why the hell can’t they just say they are too cheap to hire enough staff?
Hmmm… she *does *believe in ‘living in the present’ - she gave me ‘The Power of Now’ by Eckhart Tolle for Christmas - I wonder if that’s related?
The retreats she attends are all raw-food related. (As I understand) You do a lot of meditation and only live on liquids for a few days. And talk with hippies.
Oh gosh - yeah, she’s gonna do that to her kids. The thing is, we’re of germanic/english decent. She’s a natural blond. As far as I can tell, she is trying to train her skin to only derive benefits from the sun by prolonged exposure without sunscreen.
…is the life coaching thing in Hawaii? feeling of dread
That thought process is so…offensive. 
I’m sorry he did that.
…my sister has similar views. We’re ‘destined’. It’s all fate, and we’re supposed to learn from it or we’re only suffering because of bad things we did in a past life.
That means a child born in poverty, who dies at the age of five is destined, is supposed to learn something by living a short, horrible, heart breaking life. Fuck this.
My husband thinks this may be the case, I think she’s the type of person who becomes *really *excited about things. It’s like a person who is ‘saved’ who then becomes more militant than many people who have been Christians their whole life.
Maybe I should create a ‘having a breakdown over my sister!’ live journal instead of spamming the dope (though it’s nice to know that other people see the disconnect).
This is tough on me. On the one hand, her views are so offbeat that I have to laugh (And get angry. And then get so upset that I want to cry. And then laugh again.) Yet, the whole thing hurts. Because I want to think of MY SISTER as a rational person. Someone I can connect with and respect.
Apparently its everywhere, but the crazy step mom is in Toronto.
My sorority alumnae get together once a month for breakfast. Very informal, whoever wants to show up. Sometimes we have four people, sometimes we have 15. Yesterday there were about a dozen. Range in age from mid-20s to mid-80s.
After most of the people had cleared out, there were five of us left. One of them was a lady in her 80s. Dear, wonderful woman, widowed. Three master’s degrees. Generous, known for her philanthropy and community involvement. My husband and I have been a little worried about her lately; she seems to be forgetting things. She’s recently retired after a long career and doesn’t have a secretary anymore. She uses a cell phone and only recently learned how to set it to vibrate, when I showed her how. Doesn’t have any idea how to use a computer or e-mail.
She announced that she had seen an ad in the paper that the first 200 people to respond to the ad could get a very low-priced computer, so she had called. The rest of us looked at each other uneasily, and then at her in disbelief. I asked her if she had given her credit card number over the phone.
She couldn’t remember. I asked if she still had the ad, or could remember when it was in the paper or the name of the company. She said she might still have the ad. I didn’t want to alarm her, but I told her that it might not have been a good idea for her to have called the number, and that I would very much like to see the ad. She said she would try to find it. Another sister asked why she wanted a computer, but there was no response. (This lady has a history of ordering things from infomercials and QVC, but she has never been scammed that I know of; she just orders knickknacks and gives them away: She gave me a set of cake decorating tools once – they weren’t good quality, but at least she ordered them, received them, and nothing bad happened.)
But now? This terrifies me. I don’t remember her former secretary’s last name if I ever knew it, and her relatives live out of state and are as old as she is. I’m going to keep on her about this ad and where she saw it.
The woman sitting between us chirped: “I’m sure the paper has somebody checking those ads.”
FAIL.
TSA has decided that a Boy Scout carrying a D-Cell Mag Lite is not to be trifled with. Said D-Cell Mag Lite is now the property of TSA.
Glad to hear the skies continue to be safe from Boy Scouts with flashlights. Carry on.
In the meantime, I will pick up a new flashlight for my son.
Do you have a way to call her and “chat”? Get her started talking/reminiscing about her secretary - what was her name again? what ever happened to her? - or ask her how she likes her doctor and can you get her name to call for your mom? Does she have other friends she mentions that you could track down?
If you are an adult and have adult aged children, do don’t this immature shit of ignoring someone who should be included in the meeting or making fun of him while he’s on the phone. He’s 19, your in your 50s - grow up!
I don’t like him either, but zomg - y’all cut it out.
Well, my mom’s been dead since 1967, and her friends other than our mutual sorority sisters are all her age, but I was thinking about asking her for her lawyer’s name. That wouldn’t alarm her; we all refer people to each other all the time. I am not too worried that she’ll lose her life savings, as her career was in financial services and she would have locked down her pension funds and all that long ago. It’s the possibility of shorter-term identity theft that concerns me more. I’ll call her mid-week to see if she’s found the ad, and suggest she call her credit-card provider to see if it was charged. I’ll talk to her later in the week.
That stupid ad that pimps green tea as a weight loss miracle: the not-so-fine print says “With proper diet and exercise”. No shit? With “proper diet and exercise” you can eat burgers and fries and lose weight.
Furthermore, do NOT walk in to a meeting and go in to great detail about the food you were going to bring, but did not. I really don’t want to hear about it.
Especially you, who told us all about the cake you were going to bring, but then you remembered that I have celiac’s and can’t eat it. Way to make me the person to blame that you didn’t bring something.
In the meantime, feel free to eat all my chips, dips, popcorn, fruit, and drinks. Good thing I bought so much, seeing as none of the rest of you did.