stupid people, car shit, and my lovely job
I've always had wonderful luck with USAA, my car insurance company. They have always been super friendly and I have been satisfied with payments...unitl recently. Not once, not twice, but three times did they sign me up (with my permission) for automatic withdrawl every month. I am horrible about sending bills out on time so this option is perfect for me. Not once, not twice, but three times did they fuck up and try cancelling me for not paying. The first time I signed up, they never directly withdrew and I got a notice of cancellation in the mail. I called. I bitched. They claimed to fix the problem. And I should mention I payed over the phone. I thought I took care of the problem. I set up the automatic payment plan again, trusting they would fix it. Again, I got a notice of cancellation in the mail, called, bitched for 30 minutes, and paid. I should have probably just dropped them that time, however it would be a pain to find another car insurance company with all the shit USAA offers. In addition to that, USAA is selective and not everybody can be a member. I recently got a notice of cancellation in the mail and called AGAIN. So this time they said something about an appeal and my past payments have been late so that would hurt me. My past payments were late because they fucking reassured me that their would be a withdrawl every month. So that was that. Now that they cancelled me again, I am longer allowed to be a part of their plans. I'm done. Now I have to find another insurance company who will bump up my payments since my records with USAA suck. I'm calling USAA tomorrow to bitch and speak with the asshole who makes these decisions. And speaking of cars, I got bumped in the parking garage at work. Because nobody drives in the right direction in the garages, I avoid this every day I go to work. Today, somebody decided to take up my time by waiting for a car to pull out of a space. So I had to sit and wait. The guy decides he needs to back up and totally backs into my car. Then he drives off. It was a minor bump and I should have followed him as he decided he no longer needed that space. Perhaps if my car wasn't shitty and I didn't have to be on the floor in ten minutes I would have done something. Nobody would have cared if my car was hit. God forbid if I'm late. No excuses. Looking back, I should have followed the asshole. What can I do now? The cars fine. Uninsured, but fine. People piss me off. I piss myself off for not being more aggressive. Luckily, work wasn't bad. It started off crazy. I had an admit from ER and trasfer from ICU coming at once. The transfer came to our floor to die. My job was to keep him comfortable. I felt bad because he didn't have family come and see him. I tried charting in his room when I could. He wasn't aware of my presence, but I felt bad. My guy from ER ended up going to the ICU because the doc worried about his airway. The man was fine. He was up eating cake. I was fine sending him....less work for me.
And I'm over it.
And I'm over it.