Thursday, March 30, 2006

Brown Shoes

“Why is it so hard to find a pair of brown shoes?” Who would have ever thought those words overheard in a hallway would cause me to pause and want to join in the conversation? Certainly not me. But I have been having a hard time finding a pair of brown shoes that fit all of my criteria. But to discuss it, at work? To think that I actually considered commenting makes me laugh.

I’ve heard that blogs are supposed to be short and frequent, as opposed to my style - long and rare. But I guess you guys will just take what you can get.

I have tickets, not in my hand so I will not swear to the information, but I arrive at LAX on Thursday, April 27th sometime in the afternoon. I will take either a shuttle or some other transportation arranged locally to the hotel where the conference is being held in San Pedro. The conference ends Monday around noon or so and I have reservations with Za Transport Service to pick me up and bring me to Chez Dad. I depart LA on Thursday around 11:00am or so.

Work is getting boring, I’ve told them that I would like to take on an additional office but I just had a review and I although I only have two offices they are very busy offices and I currently process more timecards than anyone else and almost twice as many timecard lines. I have cleaned up as much of the old stuff that could be cleaned up and the rest will need to be written off when the dust settles and they decide how they want to do it. So where I was constantly busy I am now bored, as can be evidenced by my increased activity in the blogging world.

I am spending a lot of time talking to stupid people for example when trying to collect on an insurance claim that was short paid.
Rep: What type of services do you provide?
Me: Home Health Care
Rep: I see, since the services were provided in Michigan you are out of the Ohio Medical Mutual Network.
Me: The services were not provided in Michigan they were provided in Ohio. Michigan is the billing address.
Rep: What is the address for your facility in Ohio where the services were performed?
Me: I can give you the Ohio office address, but the services were performed in the home.
Rep: The office is located out of a home?
Me: No, the office address is--------, but the services were provided in the client’s home.
Rep: Isn’t that unusual to perform the services in the client’s home?
Me: YES, YES IT IS, THAT’S WHAT SETS US ABOVE OTHER HOME HEALTH CARE COMPANIES, THE OTHER COMPANIES THEY MAKE THEIR CLIENTS COME IN TO THE OFFICE FOR BATHING AND TOILETRY ASSISTANCE.

Then just today I get a voice mail from an employee, she has questions on Medicare and needs to talk to me before she goes to a meeting for Medicare. I was little reluctant to return the call since, well since reading Tim’s blog I know way more about lathes than I do about Medicare, but I figured I could find out her questions and then send them to the right person.
Emp: Yea, I’m a diabetic and I want to get diabetic shoes and there’s a meeting this afternoon but they told me I needed to bring my Medicare number, and I wasn’t sure what my Medicare number was.
Me: Your Medicare number?
Emp: yea, I see here on my check where I’m paying for Medicare each week but I never got a card, so I don’t know my number.
Me: YOU NEVER GOT A MEDICARE CARD THAT SHOULD HAVE CAME WITH YOUR FICA CARD, YEA YOUR FICA CARD IT’S LIKE AN ATM CARD, YOU DIDN’T GET ONE, CALL YOUR SENATOR.

Of course I did not say anything in all caps, but man I do think it.

As the snow melts and I look out at what appears to be a wonderful day I realize we are quickly approaching orange barrel season here and I need to gear up for the frustration. I just don’t understand why most people read “right lane ends in 2 miles” and do not comprehend that this means the lane is available for 2 more miles. Last year there was a lengthy construction on I-75 up at Bay City, took them forever and the left lane was closed while they expanded the freeway with an additional lane. Of course they closed the lane before the construction began and put up signs 2 miles before the lane was going to close slowing everyone down for at least an additional 2 miles. Now mind you the new lane lasts less than 2 miles, and yet there is no sign at the beginning of the lane that says “left lane ends in 2 miles” I just don’t understand. I guess then that it is fortunate that our legislature does as they have made it a ticketable offense to wait until the end of a construction lane closure to merge. Good thing I have my FICA card to pay the fines with.

5 comments:

KathrynVH said...

Classic--I'm getting my suit dirty rolling around on the floor laughing.

ez said...

Gretchen and I have gone round and round with this problem in the past. I am firmly in the camp that if you know the lane will be closing you should get over when you get a chance and not wait until you are hitting the damn orange barrells. I, for one, will not let you in and therefore you are the one snarling traffic.

We have decided that the government needs to fund a study of this problem. They have spent money are far stupider things.

Adrienne said...

Erika since we are in the same camp can we share tents? I too will not let you in and will make an effort to not let the person in front or behind me let you in either.

KathrynVH said...

You mean, mean sisters. I will let you in no matter how long I have to wait. I am a good catholic girl.

KathrynVH said...

I check this blog everyday for an update. I know logically that you only update on the weekends and even then not so much, but I so like seeing Brown Shoes--it makes me smile even as I'm disappointed that there's no new blog.