Another Boulder, Another Hill
I couldn't get a rental car in time to get to pain management today, but I do finally have a rental car. I found out today from the guy at the auto shop that the guy who hit me already had a rental as of at least this morning. Glad it worked out for him. Me, I had to hunt down State Farm's claims people on the phone myself. The appraiser hasn't looked at the cars yet, three days after the accident. Dealing with State Farm these days makes me not want to switch to State Farm either.
This rental is another Impala, so it's Stegosaurus 2, a.k.a Stego Blanco and el Blanco Grande. It feels heavy, wide, and ponderous, and it's really, really, really white, but it does have wheels. I'm paying $10 daily for insurance on it. Given my luck, I think it's necessary.
Then I went to Windsor Pharmacy to refill the one prescription I do already have, only to be told that since it was on no-fault they have to check to make sure that claim is still open. The completely unsympathetic pharmacist told me they don't bother to keep the claim information on record, so I had to provide all of it all over again. I had to go back home to get it, since I hardly carry the info on a two-month-old car claim with me everywhere. And GEICO's medical claims adjuster leaves work for the weekend at 4:30 p.m., so since she's not there to confirm, I don't get my prescription. By that time, after all the crap over the last two days, I acted like a Joe Pesci character to her. When I get really pissed off the Brooklyn-Queens Italian part of my makeup comes out.
People suck and don't care about other people, and customer service is dead.
My dad wonders why I worry about things in advance. I'm like "You really wonder why? Really?"
This rental is another Impala, so it's Stegosaurus 2, a.k.a Stego Blanco and el Blanco Grande. It feels heavy, wide, and ponderous, and it's really, really, really white, but it does have wheels. I'm paying $10 daily for insurance on it. Given my luck, I think it's necessary.
Then I went to Windsor Pharmacy to refill the one prescription I do already have, only to be told that since it was on no-fault they have to check to make sure that claim is still open. The completely unsympathetic pharmacist told me they don't bother to keep the claim information on record, so I had to provide all of it all over again. I had to go back home to get it, since I hardly carry the info on a two-month-old car claim with me everywhere. And GEICO's medical claims adjuster leaves work for the weekend at 4:30 p.m., so since she's not there to confirm, I don't get my prescription. By that time, after all the crap over the last two days, I acted like a Joe Pesci character to her. When I get really pissed off the Brooklyn-Queens Italian part of my makeup comes out.
People suck and don't care about other people, and customer service is dead.
My dad wonders why I worry about things in advance. I'm like "You really wonder why? Really?"