Today is Made of Suck
Sep. 5th, 2007 02:00 pmYes, 100% undiluted suck. Suck with no additives, preservatives or fillers.
Sate Farm is dragging their feet on our next-to-last contents claims. Going on four weeks, and just now they want to know things about items listed. Supposedly we got a call yesterday to discuss them, and the agent left a messsage. After slogging through forty-five voice mails, I can say with authority that the agent didn't call ME and leave a message. He didn't leave one with King, either.
Maybe he left a message with the cat, that fucking cat never writes down anything.
UPDATE: How about that, there wasn't a message. The same rep called King right after he talked to me, and what he discussed with King WAS NOT AT ALL like what he discussed with me. That gets me zero to pissed in a nanosecond when people pull that shit. That brings Much Trouble.
-Why did it take nine months to put in the first claims?
Gosh, I don't know. Since you're asking, it's probably not that I saw my house burned and watched all my pets but two come out dead. It probably wasn't the PTSD or the being at my house every day to prevent
shenanigans like the ten-year-old electrician's son driving an F-150 truck through my yard and killing a tree. It probably wasn't the weekly doctor's visits, the tiling, wiring for the phone and cable, the building a kitchen from a roomful of boxes. Naw.)
-How have you paid for replacements so far?
WITH MONEY. Why the fuck would he ask this?
-There were some items duplicated from the theft. Big deal, it was a mistake, we're not trying to double-dip, knock them off. But we can't do that, Dave. Daisy, Daisy.
-Oh noes, you had a huge table that "doesn't look damaged."
Dangit, I knew I should've paid for the scratch-and-gag upgrade on the pictures. What was I thinking, not making them a total sensory experience of stench, blackened hands, and tears? It couldn't have been THAT bad, there was only smoke in every damn inch of the house. Why couldn't we salvaged things from a fire that nearly killed me and the kids? Sheah.
-We have the right to inspect.
Then maybe you should've gotten your miserly asses over to the house MORE THAN ONCE in the TWO MONTHS it was vacant before demolition was started. I guess, in the copious notes you have, you're missing the statement from our first adjuster, "I'd start a Bobcat at the driveway and keep going until I got to the other side."
There is other suck, too. Tomorrow is the first anniversary, and it is weighing on me. There is the question of a now more-than-a-year drought in freelance work. There is self-inflicted suck, which means it's time to stop reading some comics blogs, and go back to binning PW Comics Week.
Too bad I don't get paid cash money for fighting for my kid's educations, or keeping the household running. I'd be a rich, rich woman. Would that intangibles paid. I could call up the power company and say, "Dude! I got 100 intangibles! Oh, don't be like that. We know that the exchange rate is US $2 per intangible."
Bleah. Bleah. Bleah.