Joey, Just Joey

Joey, Just Joey

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If life gives you a lemon… — August 20, 2015

If life gives you a lemon…

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 Call an attorney! 

In honor of National Lemonade Day (who makes this shit up?), I have finally decided to contact a lemon law attorney for my car. It’s sad really because I just want my car to be fixed…or for them to give me a brand spanking new one that won’t shred my tires like confetti as I drive. Is this too much to ask? 

If they think that telling me that they haven’t found a problem and that it is ok would fly with me…they clearly don’t know how much I enjoy playing the consumer advocate for myself…and frankly whoever else would ask. I hate when people are taken advantage of… Or treated like idiots. In this case, I feel like they are treating me like a dumb woman that doesn’t know anything about cars, much less that it ISN’T just a coincidence that the same passenger rear tire keep imploding! Now come on! 

As much as I do enjoy advocating for myself, I have also taken the liberty of contacting the local news consumer advocate for help. I’m thinking between the lawyer and the consumer advocate and my incessant bitching, this just may get resolved.

However, I picked up my car from the 2nd dealership that has attempted to repair it and dropped it off to the 3rd and hopefully final dealership. Ironically, within five minutes of picking up my car to drop it off at the next dealership, the air pressure light came on. Seriously?! Yup! There definetly is a freaking problem! I have a good feeling about this new place. Am I an eternal optimist or what?!

In the meantime, as a wait for THE CALL, I am trying not to get too stressed out. Stress is an absolute enemy to all but especially those with autoimmune diseases. This stupid situation could set off a flare up that could land me back in the hospital if I not careful. So. I am trying to stay as calm as I can and even enjoyed a cold Golden Monkey last night…that helps to keep things in perspective and also…put me to bed by 9:30. I am by no means a drinker. Can’t hang with the big dogs anymore! 

But, I think for today, I will skip the beer and pour myself a tall glass of ice cold lemonade and say Cheers to VW and Happy National “Lemon”aide Day! Salute!

Woohoo! My life is a blog!

Did you say…1921? — August 10, 2015

Did you say…1921?

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Monday’s are always a blast…a new week brings a new “to do” list.

Like many people with chronic illness, fighting with the insurance company to cover claims is a regular task. It’s a game really. I call this game “How bad do you really want it?”. Sad, really. Because in reality, fighting with someone to cover a procedure that you really don’t want to have in the first place – sucks! It’s like, please, approve my colonscopy, chemo infusion, brain scan, or insert other dreadful test here.

So I started out my day like any other day, you know my routine. But today I needed to call the insurance company about some claims and make a few appointments as well. I started with the insurance company. I am pleasantly (insert sarcastic laugh here) greeted by the worst sounding automated greeting ever. Please say your 186 digit ID number and press pound (for those under 20, pound is a hashtag #, lol!)  Twenty minutes later, I complete the request and Sally Static-a-lot repeats it back for confirmation. OK, correct. I am making progress. Next, please say your birthdate. I clearly say December 28, 1971. Sally repeats back. “You said your date of birth is September 28, 1921. Is that correct?” No Sally, that is not correct. Please repeat your date of birth. Again, December 28, 1971. Sally once again repeats September 28, 1921. Now I am getting aggrivated. I repeat once more in the most over enunciated fashion ever. Still, this dumb b%$ch gets it wrong. Now I start yelling CUSTOMER SERVICE. CUSTOMER SERVICE. CUSTOMER SERVICE. (Hint – this works with some systems. I think they realize you are a bit off and step it up at this point). Sally asks me to hold. I put the phone on speaker now realizing that it will be a while. I am kept entertained by a static riddled version of Barry Manilow’s Mandy. I have to say I kind of enjoyed that. Maybe they are right and I am a bit off. There is a break in the music, I am starting to get excited, the wait is over. I take the phone off speaker and put it to my ear, frantically say hello twice…and Johnny Matthis has now taken the phone hold stage. What the? I put the phone back on speaker again. We dance this little dance a few more times. I am really getting frustrated now. This time was different. There was a break in the music, I put the phone to my ear and…it is ringing. A person is actually going to answer my call and help me. I clear my throat ready to speak and grab my paperwork with a slight smile of relief on my face.

hold music

Then it happens – the ring stops..this is it…finally. And then I hear…beep beep. The bastards disconnected me. Are you freaking serious?! All of that…for this? It was like preparing for a bad date, shaving and all, even though you really didn’t want to go with the guy, and then he doesn’t show up!

It’s going to be one of those days. I hate Sally!

Woohoo! My life is a blog!