And thine Godlight did thus descend upon mine being...
Jesus Christ. What a hell week this has been. Enough to turn anyone religious. The latest addition to the shit pile that threatens to break this camel's back follows...
I received a bill in the mail yesterday for an office visit to my primary care physician I had back in June. At this time, I believed I was covered by Ant's POS health coverage (no kidding, it's called "Aetna Choice POS II"-- they even RANK their pieces of shit coverage. Amazing! To imagine that there's a POS I!). I was gravely mistaken. Since April (when I have proof that I enrolled), I have been living my life on the edge, which is to say driving my car, eating in restaurants, making lunches for my kids (using KNIVES! *gasp*).. you know, high-risk behavior type stuff. Here I was just walking around with some false sense of feeling securely insured by a virtual, abstract, and wholly inhumane behemoth of an institution called our health care system. And the motherfuckers had the gall to not recognize me. I mean, WTF people!? That bill not only added salt to my otherwise wounded shitweek, but why not throw a handful of sand along with it? And some battery acid, too. Sure. Why not. And to top it off, this was not the first time we had been screwed by this employer's health plan, so I really had no business being complacent or secure in feeling that I was insured.
Driving as defensively as I could remember that my Driving 101 class taught me in Sophmore year of HS, I arrived at work this morning in a near state of panic. I was determined to get to the bottom of it and ream someone a new a-hole.
However, mysteriously when I sat down in my chair, something changed. I no longer had the fight left in me. Having done this so many times before, I knew the energy it would take to make the dimwits in the Perovert Systems HR Department learn their jobs. And I use the term "learn" loosely. I just was not up for it. So it was that I had resigned myself to the reality that I would not be insured for a half a year until I could be added to his plan during open enrollment for the following year. For I had come to the stark awareness that I had most likely missed the deadline to sign up for benefits at my new job by mere days (that's the "battery acid" I referenced above). Or had I?
In what can only be described as The Impossible Long Shot, I went to our internal HR rep to find out if I had missed the window of opportunity to enroll in new hire benefits. After all, I was well beyond the 30 day window that all HR personnel indicate is the "window of opportunity". In fact, I have been employed here now for 42 days.
Her downcast eyes and tone confirmed my suspicions, but she said that I should probably just log on to the benefits site and try. And therein lay my religious moment.
I tried, and by the grace of Goddess/God/PowersThatBe/MrUniverseDude/WhateverTheHellYouWantToCallTheDevinePower, I suceeded. In fact, I was informed that I even have the opportunity to make changes to my election for another month (i.e. until we can sort out what the dumbfucks did at Perovert Systems). This is unprecedented. This small light cast in the midst of a dark and gloomy week offers me the chance to hope that someone, somewhere in another dimension/time/space/reality really is watching over me. Call it the wipey that has cleared the smudges from my rose-tinted glasses. Anyway, I very much prefer to see the world that way.
I received a bill in the mail yesterday for an office visit to my primary care physician I had back in June. At this time, I believed I was covered by Ant's POS health coverage (no kidding, it's called "Aetna Choice POS II"-- they even RANK their pieces of shit coverage. Amazing! To imagine that there's a POS I!). I was gravely mistaken. Since April (when I have proof that I enrolled), I have been living my life on the edge, which is to say driving my car, eating in restaurants, making lunches for my kids (using KNIVES! *gasp*).. you know, high-risk behavior type stuff. Here I was just walking around with some false sense of feeling securely insured by a virtual, abstract, and wholly inhumane behemoth of an institution called our health care system. And the motherfuckers had the gall to not recognize me. I mean, WTF people!? That bill not only added salt to my otherwise wounded shitweek, but why not throw a handful of sand along with it? And some battery acid, too. Sure. Why not. And to top it off, this was not the first time we had been screwed by this employer's health plan, so I really had no business being complacent or secure in feeling that I was insured.
Driving as defensively as I could remember that my Driving 101 class taught me in Sophmore year of HS, I arrived at work this morning in a near state of panic. I was determined to get to the bottom of it and ream someone a new a-hole.
However, mysteriously when I sat down in my chair, something changed. I no longer had the fight left in me. Having done this so many times before, I knew the energy it would take to make the dimwits in the Perovert Systems HR Department learn their jobs. And I use the term "learn" loosely. I just was not up for it. So it was that I had resigned myself to the reality that I would not be insured for a half a year until I could be added to his plan during open enrollment for the following year. For I had come to the stark awareness that I had most likely missed the deadline to sign up for benefits at my new job by mere days (that's the "battery acid" I referenced above). Or had I?
In what can only be described as The Impossible Long Shot, I went to our internal HR rep to find out if I had missed the window of opportunity to enroll in new hire benefits. After all, I was well beyond the 30 day window that all HR personnel indicate is the "window of opportunity". In fact, I have been employed here now for 42 days.
Her downcast eyes and tone confirmed my suspicions, but she said that I should probably just log on to the benefits site and try. And therein lay my religious moment.
I tried, and by the grace of Goddess/God/PowersThatBe/MrUniverseDude/WhateverTheHellYouWantToCallTheDevinePower, I suceeded. In fact, I was informed that I even have the opportunity to make changes to my election for another month (i.e. until we can sort out what the dumbfucks did at Perovert Systems). This is unprecedented. This small light cast in the midst of a dark and gloomy week offers me the chance to hope that someone, somewhere in another dimension/time/space/reality really is watching over me. Call it the wipey that has cleared the smudges from my rose-tinted glasses. Anyway, I very much prefer to see the world that way.
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