My image of Mormons is significantly colored by family, and they are mostly Jack Mormons, except for the one young hipster couple. Who, for the record, would find Jilli not just adorable, but a fashion inspiration.
ALL THE COFFEE AND CHOCOLATE I CAN ASK FOR! MUAHAHHAHA!
It's not as good as a minion, but we've been providing the Scribe editors with yummy breakfast treats for the end of the year. Delicious!
The house sale is still on, but now we're in that post-inspection limbo. Good news: they only found a couple of things. Neutral news: the things they found are things we've already had someone look at, and they're cosmetic rather than structural. Bad news: don't know how the buyers are going to react to that.
And now, just to give myself a treat, I'm on the phone with the insurance company. I don't know if anyone remembers my latest "Huh, that's weird" saga, but their website was showing completely contradictory information about what we'd paid into our 2013 and FSA and what we'd been reimbursed. We pushed, and they promised to audit and figure out what was going on.
Monday, we got a letter saying that the $30 they had actually managed to pay us so far was an overpayment, and could we return that money? Even worse, it was Monday, and the phone was out, so I couldn't call and yell at them.
Today, I called them. The CSR I spoke to: "Huh, that's weird." So now I'm on hold.
Good lord, Dana. I wonder if that's in their training - "if anyone calls, say "Huh. That's weird..."
Insurance guy: "Oh, your FSA was only active for a week in October."
Me: "Nuh-uh."
Him: "Well, you'll have to talk to the employer."
Me: "And no one has thought to mention this to me any of the four previous times I've called?"
Him: "..."
I want to set something on fire.
That seems like a valid response.
Yours, not his.
The good news is that I called his benefits people, and I'm actually talking to the same woman who helped us last time, so she's familiar with this.
I think later, there will be alcohol. Not in conjunction with the fire.
I think later, there will be alcohol. Not in conjunction with the fire.
Oh, come on, live a little.
There's nothing that makes me more hopelessly outraged and helpless-feeling than those kinds of calls. Working it out~ma.
I'm feeling very "you had ONE JOB, insurance company" about this.
I have used "Huh, that's weird." Some folks find it validating that the weirdness they're seeing isn't in their heads.