Nephew, and other updates
Jul. 8th, 2004 10:28 amI'm told that baby boy Elmo*, aka my new nephew, was born last night and he and his mama are fine. For those keeping score this would be the younger brother of the hobbit child. No word yet on whether or not, like his sister, he is shirefolk.
* Not his real name**
** I hope***
*** Aha! Just found out his name is Spencer Thomas and he was born 9:20pm Pacific, last night =)
I awoke this morning to a back that felt markedly better than it did yesterday, though it's not at 100% yet. I also dropped my car off at the shop and was told I could expect to get it back sometime next week. [sniff] My poor baby. I hope it doesn't get scared being so far from home.
I also heard from Mr. Idiot's insurance company today. Oh they do not like me. Sample conversation:
Her: So here's all the beurocratic hoops I want you to jump through in order for us to think about considering paying your claim.
Me: Actually I already talked with Geico. They're handling the claim, so you're going to need to talk to them.
Her: You did what? No! That's all wrong! You're supposed to claim through us and we'll decide how we want to handle things.
Me: Uh, yeah, not so much. So how's about you give me your information and I'll pass that on to my insurance company -
Her: This is not the way you're supposed to do it! You're doing it all wrong! You are messing up this claim!*
* This is not a paraphrase, she actually said this.
Me: Well I'm sorry but this is the first time I've been hit by a truck. Nobody ever gave me a manual on how I was supposed to handle it.*
* Also not a paraphrase.
Her: No. No. You're going to do this, and this, and this, and that is how we will handle it.
Me: Maybe next time, but for now I've claimed through Geico, they're going to get in touch with you, and that's how it's being done.
Her: No!
Me: Dude, my car is in the shop. The ship on how you wanted this handled has sailed. I get that in your ideal world this would be handled another way, but this is the reality of what's going on.
Her: Well now you're not going to get your deductible back.
Me: Actually if you do your job I'll be getting that back as soon as you pay Geico, so again if I could get your information -
Her: The way you are supposed to do it is -
Me: Ma'am, I was hit by a truck. I had the guy's name and phone number. I did not have the psychic ability to know that he was ever going to call me back and give me the information he was supposed to, so no, I was not going to sit there for a week and do absolutely nothing when I could be working to fix myself and my car. *
* Not a paraphrase
Her: [icily] Well you won't get your deductible back.
Me: I'm prepared to live with that eventuality. Now if I could have your information?
Her: It's encompisheladpolicynumberlkkamninmgglkkdk
Me: Could you repeat that?
Her: [stony silence]
Me. Uh.. huh. And your phone number?
Her: Why?
Me: I'm just funny that way.
Her: 800mumblemingmumble. But don't call us!
Me: Trust me, I won't.
Her: [click]
So yeah, can't imagine why I just had this gut instinct that my insurance company was going to be more helpful to me than his was. Guess I do have some ability to see the future after all. 8)
* Not his real name**
** I hope***
*** Aha! Just found out his name is Spencer Thomas and he was born 9:20pm Pacific, last night =)
I awoke this morning to a back that felt markedly better than it did yesterday, though it's not at 100% yet. I also dropped my car off at the shop and was told I could expect to get it back sometime next week. [sniff] My poor baby. I hope it doesn't get scared being so far from home.
I also heard from Mr. Idiot's insurance company today. Oh they do not like me. Sample conversation:
Her: So here's all the beurocratic hoops I want you to jump through in order for us to think about considering paying your claim.
Me: Actually I already talked with Geico. They're handling the claim, so you're going to need to talk to them.
Her: You did what? No! That's all wrong! You're supposed to claim through us and we'll decide how we want to handle things.
Me: Uh, yeah, not so much. So how's about you give me your information and I'll pass that on to my insurance company -
Her: This is not the way you're supposed to do it! You're doing it all wrong! You are messing up this claim!*
* This is not a paraphrase, she actually said this.
Me: Well I'm sorry but this is the first time I've been hit by a truck. Nobody ever gave me a manual on how I was supposed to handle it.*
* Also not a paraphrase.
Her: No. No. You're going to do this, and this, and this, and that is how we will handle it.
Me: Maybe next time, but for now I've claimed through Geico, they're going to get in touch with you, and that's how it's being done.
Her: No!
Me: Dude, my car is in the shop. The ship on how you wanted this handled has sailed. I get that in your ideal world this would be handled another way, but this is the reality of what's going on.
Her: Well now you're not going to get your deductible back.
Me: Actually if you do your job I'll be getting that back as soon as you pay Geico, so again if I could get your information -
Her: The way you are supposed to do it is -
Me: Ma'am, I was hit by a truck. I had the guy's name and phone number. I did not have the psychic ability to know that he was ever going to call me back and give me the information he was supposed to, so no, I was not going to sit there for a week and do absolutely nothing when I could be working to fix myself and my car. *
* Not a paraphrase
Her: [icily] Well you won't get your deductible back.
Me: I'm prepared to live with that eventuality. Now if I could have your information?
Her: It's encompisheladpolicynumberlkkamninmgglkkdk
Me: Could you repeat that?
Her: [stony silence]
Me. Uh.. huh. And your phone number?
Her: Why?
Me: I'm just funny that way.
Her: 800mumblemingmumble. But don't call us!
Me: Trust me, I won't.
Her: [click]
So yeah, can't imagine why I just had this gut instinct that my insurance company was going to be more helpful to me than his was. Guess I do have some ability to see the future after all. 8)