I almost died of shock the other day when I was given a records request and not only did it have a subpoena, it had a check as well. I was overfilled with glee until I happened to look at the check. It was for $6. I looked at it a couple times to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. And then this is what I did. I hunted down the chart. Then I counted the number of pages in the chart. Then I looked at the check again. AND THEN….and then I busted up laughing. Six dollars! Bitches, please! I ended up having to type up a letter demanding a check for whatever remained of the bill. But what I really wanted to do was send them the first six pages, then compose a letter of cut out letters (you know- like ransom letters) informing them if they to see the rest of the chart, they have to send a check for whatever the rest of their bill was.
Maybe I would have added a problem trollface at the bottom. Depends on what my mood would be at the time of composing said letter.
I am getting annoyed in work because I have to log under two different Windows names to scan and to do other things. The log-in under the scanner was not given Adobe PDF. And it was not a problem until I realized there are times I need to preview the shit I have scanned. So then I have to close out of our work program under the scanner log-in and log-in under my name and while it does not sound that bad, it is actually an enormous pain the ass. Especially since I have had to do it a lot more than usual (mostly because, thanks to having obsessive compulsive disorder, I have to check and recheck my work repeatedly). And for some reason or another, our worthless IT department will not install it for me. I feel like telling them, look, give me the software, give me temporary administrative privileges and I will install the fucking software myself.
Our IT department is worthless. Every time I call, I get one of two things 1) the answering service or 2) they cannot help me with my problem.
I received a letter from my insurance company last week blabbering on about pre-existing condition crap. I have not gone to the doctor for any real condition. I have not been formally diagnosed with anything so what the hell are they blabbering about? I fucking hate insurance companies. Always with the not wanting to pay shit. And I swear every letter insurance companies compose is deliberately worded in the most difficult possible ways. Every letter I receive from my insurance is like reading fucking Klingon.
I need to call them and find out what is going on and I am waiting for a day I come home from work in an exceptionally hostile mood to deal with them. I think PMS should be rearing its ugly head very shortly so that should be an absolutely fantastic time to deal with them.
See and now they want to start this bullshit which means it might be even harder for me to go get a colonoscopy. I give up trying to get a colonoscopy. I take it I am just not meant to get one. Stupid fucking digestive system. It is has been behaving most of this week, but not today. Oh no. I am right back to being constipated again. And last night I had such a violent case of heartburn and let me tell you- belching up a mixture of KFC and strawberry Jell-o is not very pleasant.
I have a question for you, digestive system:
