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Jul 17, 2009 12:41

I'm about to tear every strand of hair out of my head and run screaming into traffic.

This job is going to kill me.

i hate my job, there goes another 40 hours of my life, work, what is this fuckery?!

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a_paperwhite July 17 2009, 22:17:07 UTC
Oh, only a heinous never-ending report of claims that are impossible to get paid. I spent my day calling obscure insurance companies that employ idiots to fill their call centers. I spent nearly two hours working on two very simple claims for one patient that (surprise, surprise) aren't going to be paid. Well, not until we've jumped through every flaming hoop and filled out every pre-existing condition form that exists. Then maybe they'll consider it. Maybe.

I thought for sure that it could not possibly get worse than that. As is prone to happen with work related predictions, I was wrong. The next major problem claim involved me calling FIVE different numbers, speaking to four different people (who luckily got progressively more intelligent), and getting told off by an automated response. I think my brain might have snapped a little bit after that because honestly, I don't even remember the outcome of all that work.

The rest of my day was much of the same.

I've pretty much given up on the prospect of staying within the medical center and am now looking more closely at other hiring companies. I seriously cannot afford to spend any more time in this job than is absolutely necessary.

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