Thursday Thoughts ~ 10/14/21

My one day a week thinking exercise finds me all over the map. The brain synapses are firing, popping like old fashioned popcorn in hot oil. Ugh! Calgon take me away. Make the thoughts stop.

Overthinking is the bane of my existence. I need to slow my roll and take a pause. And I did just that. Yeah, I know, I surprised myself too. Let’s put a pin in this and come back here later.

I’ve been joking at lot on FB since that’s where my co-workers can see me and I know many can relate. Most recently I wrote about the conundrum that is work email. Specifically I asked Is it appropriate to start an email response with I’m truly, deeply, regrettably sorry … when what you really want to say is “Bite me!” Asking for a friend. LOL

Well back to the pin. I got some results late in the day yesterday that were less than stellar. I’ve been working my John Q hind parts off and didn’t take too kindly to the outcome. I started firing up the email cannon/missile/projectile of your choosing. Then I stopped. Closed shop. Logged off. It was well past 5 pm anyway.

Now don’t get me wrong, I can accept feedback. I spent many years auditing people. I get that the first, knee jerk reaction, is defensive. “Not me” Never me” “The dog ate my homework” Which is why I vowed to never be one of “those” people. I stewed about our rating internally, while reading my newest book, and semi watching TV with the fam. Finally, putting the thoughts out of my mind, I went to sleep and slept like the queen comma drama that I am. Sleep of the just. The righteous I think they call it. I’m kidding folks, in case anyone thinks my situation is anything other than a minor irritation. Since I haven’t used him in a while, the gecko is back. LOL

This morning I lodged my appeal with more questions than accusations. I accept the final score and didn’t try to weasel my way into a high rating. Ultimately this situation is NBD = No Big Deal. Be ready next quarter, my team of two and I will knock their socks off.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review

Good morning, beware of the clowns. The feature image is a cookie jar my grandmother once owned passed down to me in 1987. The condition is poor, otherwise I think I might get some true coin for selling it. Antique roadshow here I come. lol

Today would have been my sister-in-law’s 57th birthday. Happy heavenly b-d Barb! We should go to the Riverwalk / Navarro Street bridge for a toast to your memory. But alas it’s a school night and there’s this thing called a pandemic going on. One thing I’m glad you’re to around to see. People are different. Some are the same. But mostly different. Many if not all of us can’t help but be impacted in some way, shape, or form.

Me for example, I’m seriously triggered when I see large crowds of people back at college football games, sitting right on top of each other, not a mask in the place. They say we’ve learned more about the virus and maybe I am just not up-to-date on what is allowed these days. And I’m over the moon happy for anyone who is enjoying their favorite pastime having regained some sense of normalcy. Guess I missed the memo of mask-free is the way to be. Maybe it’s time to start living again? Though I’m doing pretty okay these days. Knock on wood.

Okay on that somewhat sour note of hope for the future, here is last week’s roll call:

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 10/7/21

At first I claimed we were bamboozled, now I claim funny math. The AT&T saga wraps up. Yipee!!

Oh wait! I mean the nameless cell phone provider of which AT&T is just one option. Disclaimer: this is my two cents worth 1/2 a penny due to inflation. You guys and gals should make up your own mind.

Bamboozled underlined above links you back to my original post with the deets. In this post, I’ll share where we are now. Their accounting practices must be a bitch to reconcile when courtesy credit is how you make something right. Well courtesy credit and/or miscellaneous credit applied across three phone lines, two of which aren’t even impacted. How do they get away with this? Inquiring minds or minds with too much time on their hands want to know.

Okay, so in total we are entitled to a $700 over 30 months or approximately $23.33 per month account credit. Due to the racket run around, we were only getting $11.67. I won’t belabor the point about the monthly calls to complain we’ve been shorted the difference, instead here is the summary.

  • $11.67 x 9 = $105.03 (credits given, 1/2 of what we’re owed to date)
  • $11.66 x 7 = $81.69 (applied in August for 7 months of the shortage, a little bit was applied to each line for some odd, unknown, still not explainable to me, reason)
  • $261.66 (result of my 9/3/21 call broken down by one time $250 credit for equipment and $11.66 one time courtesy credit)

Still with me? This meant there was no automatic draft from my account in September. Instead we received a bill with $63.82 credit. Now for October, we are in receipt of a bill for what should be our true amount due less the credit. When I look closer to confirm, I see that by line item, the statement still only shows $11.67 credit. But I think that’s ok, looks like we were paid off in advance for the difference. Now you tell me if I’m on to something …

$700 – $105.03 = $594.97 – $81.69 = $513.29 – $261.66 = $251.62 – $245.07 (21 future credit installments of $11.67) = $6.55. The provider is still ahead by a mere six dollars and 55 cents. I’m still miffed about the funny math but at least I no longer feel cheated. Especially when I also received a $15 courtesy credit back in August as just because … for my troubles. I’ll call that as us being ahead by $8.45.

And yes, I will call them to document that my understanding is accurate. I want to make sure that we will continue to get that $11.67. Otherwise that will be the second phone they swindled us out of the full credit. I’m not going to let that happen. Also we’ll damn sure never ever trade in a phone again. I’ll do what my buddy in real life suggested, wait for the sales to buy the phone outright. Specials come around often, for sure they’ll be a bargain during the holidays. Doh! isn’t that what started all of this?!?? lol

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review ~ 10/3/21

I slept in, yeah buddy. Better late than never. Here we go, short and sweet roll call:

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 9/30/21

Ugh! My mood is dampened by having to deal with health insurance BS. I think there should be laws against medical insurance companies owning pharmacies and/or having relationships with companies that make the drugs. My story is a tale as old as time since I have been harping about this problem for as long as I can remember. I thought I had cracked the code last time around with these yahoos but nooo.

My automated RX came due a week ago Monday with a nice little note of preauthorization required. Problem is that I obtained the pre-auth in June to start my year over again. That note started a series of calls and hoops for my doctor to jump through when in all actuality, she is better served treating patients don’t you think?

The insurance company and I had an off cycle argument that I was pre-auth for a year – 6/21/21 to 6/21/22. They claimed my pre-auth expired 8/19/21. How random and how effing convenient. My claim was you don’t want to pay now that I met my deductible. A racket I tell ya what.

My doctor made the hurdle and sweet V at her office contacted me to say the paperwork was done. I now have pre-auth from 09/29/21 to 09/29/22. V advised me to call CVS since the cost is $225 and the medication isn’t on hand. Before they order it, they want to make sure I’m willing/able to pay. My beef isn’t with V. I thanked her and we ended our call.

I immediately called the insurance company back to find out why, after meeting my deductible, I am paying the same as I paid in June. Of course I received the run around. No reason only apologies that what I was told in June was in error. RX will always have a a co-pay. They still insist on charging me for non formulary all the while refusing to give me a definition of non formulary. I’ve decided that I’ll pay the extra $150. Sure $75 is what is fair and right but I can’t keep fighting city hall, so I raised the white flag.

While the topic is groundhog day, the experience this time was different. Why? Well because I changed. I never once raised my voice. And that was in every call. The multiple back and forth with voice messages and emails. I didn’t get upset with the poor call center rep who is simply doing as told and following scripts. I’m of the mind set, I can be right or I can be happy. Choosing happy! The damn mo-fo’s are right. Zen Jilly can still curse like a sailor in a low calm voice. Somehow that makes the release even more effective. You should try it sometime. Growl motherfucker. Go on. Growl …

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections A Week in Review ~ 9/26/21

Here’s a quick roll call. I might be back later with something else. I’m feeling chatty but I’m not sure yet if that need to share will take over or if I’ll turn inward. Either way Sunday is already shaping up to be a fantastic day.

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Tidbits ~ 9/25/21

I’m the luckiest girl in the world 🌍. A bit overcome by joy 🥲. My Pony is in Philadelphia for a two day concert. I’m so happy for him and his best friend. I joked about stowing away this whole time. I even took the day off work in solidarity 😂. But alas they took off Thursday night without me.

Today I got three photos – one cheesing for the camera with masks 😷 on for my benefit I’m sure, one of real Philly cheesesteaks, and one confirming they won a pint 🍺 playing video games. Priceless … all of it.

All my people are in good places right now. A year ago, that wasn’t the case. Savoring the moments like this one for however long it lasts. ❤️

As always more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 9/23/21

tired and broken platitude – how the heck is it 9/23 already?

fickle mind constructs days/hours/minutes into warp speed

beam me up Scotty

The P/T really did a number on me and the old is new place with a new guy since my Gabe moved out of state is helping me ever so slowly but I now have a bigger deficit from which to crawl back

Ugh! but not ugh. If that makes any sense. Ohm. Ohm. Ohm. Breathe in. Breathe out.

I tried to go to the library last Sunday but sadly learned they are no longer open on the most holy day. Pftt, I’m being bratty. Could’ve been any day but regardless, they decided to go to a six day week as a cost saving measure. In the old days, the libraries were closed on Sundays too but for many years in my middle life, I’d escape to the library on Sundays. They were even more quiet than usual due to less traffic. I was the perpetual part time student in the days before wiki/google/instant source. The solitude I felt while in that hallowed space on Sundays was priceless. Or Ab Fab as they, however they are say.

Okay, now I’m just making stuff up. Guess I will say so long, farewell, until next time.

As always, more to come.

Sunday Reflections: A Week in Review

Wow! What a week. Some self-inflicted introspection. Some shenanigans. I found solace in my intentional actions though I still rely on humor to cover. Well that and music. Music saves me.

Here’s a short roll call, then I’m calling it for today. Well after another rousing SLS that is.

Peace y’all. Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

Thursday Thoughts ~ 9/16/21

I did something people might consider morbid but I’m trying to make sense of the senseless. I wrote down the names of everyone I know who has died since March of 2020; the month that for me will live in infamy. The beginning of the end.

I’ve written ad nauseum about the pandemic. The neverending cycle of crap. The worry and anxiety are overwhelming but lately the overtness of that moves into the background. Truth be told, I am suppressing too much. I’m doing that thing I do where I discount my feelings as not worthy enough to have because someone always has a worse situation. My former therapist helped me see that we shouldn’t discount our feelings because life is not a zero sum game. I might be using the term incorrectly, most people do but oh well. In layman’s terms, if I win you lose. The takeaway is that my level of suck may not be as bad as yours but what I am experiencing still sucks all the same.

I have become very good at faking it. Excellent in fact. I’m HAPPY!! Right?!?? I’m the good little girl, people pleaser, rule follower, sweet, kind, demure. Problems? We don’t got no stinkin problems. Smile and wave boys, smile and wave. I do enjoy those Madagascar penguins. Laugh to keep from crying. Story of my life.

I had a dust up or two recently that lets me know maybe I’m not covering as well as I thought I could. I even tried to go back to therapy but after 3 sessions I was cured! Told I was a breath of fresh air who had a good handle on how to deal with my issues. Hmmm. Well I guess I can still hide with the best of ’em. Hence the reason for the list.

But now as I write this post, I realize that making a list is akin to scoring my troubles. Back to zero sum game after adding the pluses up too. What’s a girl to do? I only want to recognize the pain instead of pretending the pain isn’t there. I’m not looking for sympathy either. I’d be all Gecko Someone help me, I have a flat tire! If sympathy was my angle. And yep that’s a repeat commercial below. I laugh every time I see it. And I need more laughter.

I’m just trying to keep on swimming and btw, swimming is my favorite exercise. I regret all the years I stayed out of the water to avoid disrupting my hair color. Uberly stupid.

While I make my mental list to confirm what I’ve written, I realize I haven’t included the injuries and near misses. Accidents happened to three people very dear to me. Both of B’s parents too. MoMo a broken shoulder and PoPo a broken leg. Emotional meltdowns were had by both my kids. Somehow those instances are softer since they’re in the rear view mirror. No looking back. All of this is happening to the backdrop of real word events, some horrific in nature. Pile on after pile on. Those impacted me too. Indirectly sure but as a human being I’d have to be really twisted not to care.

Now what’s left? To get over the hump. How do I move forward?

The number is nine. Nine wonderful people I know irl have passed away in those 18 months. Four from Covid, one was my brother who while we were not that close, we were still family. My sweet sister took care of everything. She sent me his picture, a prayer card, and a ‘bill’ which are tucked in for safe keeping. I take them from the space on my desk and look at them off and on. Two of whom died by suicide. Two from cancer or cancer related complications. One heart attack. I never even told my immediate team at work. No time off. Though once or twice I worked around virtual services. No true grieving, just keep swimming. That can’t be healthy.

Admitting these feelings now is freeing. The genie is out of the proverbial bottle. I may not burst after all. I may be just like the bionic woman, better, faster, stronger.

As always, more to come.