Saturday, March 18, 2017

More insurance nonsense.

So, I got all this dental work done in early January after my benefits reset, only to find out that the insurance company automatically cancelled my policy as of Dec. 31st, leaving me on the hook for like $6500.

I dug out my letters, including one that said that you didn't have to do anything to renew and your coverage would be carried over with a slightly higher monthly premium, and so I called the dental insurance company with that in hand.

They said that some policies had accidentally been cancelled, and they wrote up an appeal for reinstatement to send over to some department, and then they suggested that I call up the Health Insurance Marketplace in order to confirm that I had renewed coverage through them and also to have them send over my updated address.

It turns out that the HCM said that I was dealing with them separately, and that the dental insurance company should have gotten my updated address as of fall, since I had given them my new address as of Sept. 15th!

So, I called the dental insurance company back.

They said that my policy was via the HCM, and that they couldn't update my address even so I could receive a letter about my appeal, because that address update had to come through the HCM.

Only, HCM couldn't do anything, since my policy wasn't listed as active.

So, my policy got cancelled not by me, and they can't even update my address in order to contact me about it.

Thankfully, I have mail forwarding that's good for a year, but still.

I honestly spent like 1.5 hours on the phone about that, and it's just sheer stupidity.

If you don't have a stable job nowadays, not only do you make much less money, but you sink so much time into all of these provisional policies that you just wouldn't have to if you had stable benefits through a job.

Honestly, the people who get more, have more, and it's harder and harder to paper over that gap.

I'm honestly getting increasingly disgusted by anyone with a salaried job nowadays.  How are they in touch with what's going on with everyone else in society?

Friday, March 17, 2017

Grocery store exchange.

The other weekend on a Sunday later evening I was going to return my shopping cart and get the quarter back that you have to put in in order to take a cart out, but this (younger) (kind of Asian-looking) woman in fashionable clothes and a knit cap came up and was like, "Let's switch, I have a quarter!".

Then, she handed me her quarter, and I passed my shopping cart over to her.

On my way home, there was a huge full moon low over the dark winter street that I kept walking towards and kept looking at as I made my way up a few blocks, and I kept doing that until I had to turn off the main business strip onto the side street going towards my home.

The moon was spooky.

Thursday, March 16, 2017

House plant observation.

Since I've gotten my two house plants, I've been starting to notice how many house plants are everywhere, like in random people's houses' windows when I'm looking out at apartments from the elevated subway line.

It's very odd, to have these living things captured in our houses, feeding and growing.

It's like pets, only more malevolent and unsettling, when you stop to think about it.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Post-St. Patrick's Day parade (2 of 2): That one cozy bar downtown.

After the movie, I headed over to the one cozy bar that I like going to, to go and get a nightcap.

First thing I notice, there were no stools at the bar, all up and down the bar.

"What's up with that?", I asked the one bartender that I know.

"You make people stand," he was like.  "It's easier to see if they're drunk, as opposed to if they were sitting for two hours and then get up and are like - " - and at that he stood in place and motioned swaying radically as if you were drunk.

"Oh," I was like.

Next thing I notice, all the lamps are green.

"What's up with that?", I asked the one bartender I know.

"We change out the lightbulbs every year," he was like.

Last thing I notice, I look up at the chalkboard to see what $6.50 craft drafts they have and which one I'm going to get, only there aren't any, and the more I look, the more I notice the presence of $8.50 and even $9.50 beers, which are very rare if non-existent there.

"Did you guys jack up the price of every beer like a dollar?", I was like.

"Yeah," he was like.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Post-St. Patrick's Day parade (1 of 2): Movie.

So, the other week I went downtown the evening of the day of the St. Patrick's Day parade, to watch an interesting (Polish) film at the one arthouse theater that I like.

Oddly enough, though it wasn't advertised, there was a table with three trays of hors d'oeuvres out for patrons of that film: one with skewers of smoked sausage and pickle bits, one with little spirals of slices of some kind of wrap made of cream cheese and cold cuts, and one with deviled eggs, with the egg filling mixed with some kind of mustard and topped with a sprinkle of caviar (!).

"Wow, this is a surprise!", I said to this one other patron hovering around the tray, this (later middle-aged) (white) lady.

"Yes," she was like.

"It's like a reward for being virtuous," I was like.  "Instead of going to the parade and getting drunk off of green beer, we decided to support foreign cinema, and the cosmos recognized that and rewarded us."

At that, she nodded, and was like, "Yes."

Monday, March 13, 2017

News of my godmother.

My godmother's daughter had a baby, and my godmother is just ecstatic.

She's been right there to help take care of him, and she and the other grandmother are going to keep on doing that, to help out my godmother's daughter and her husband.

In fact, the other day my godmother was on the phone telling my mom all about the baby.

"And he just looks at you, and you can tell he's smart," my godmother was telling my mom.

"And he's just five days old!", my mom told me.  "You should hear her talk about how smart he is!".

And, she was chuckling as she was telling me about the conversation.

She was very happy that my godmother is so happy.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Silly fun at my library job.

Sometimes you have different duties, including shifting books across massive spans of shelves in order to open up more space.

As could be expected, that's called "shifting," and sometimes you're told to "shift" books.

So, one day when I was told to do that for my entire shift at work, I kept telling people, "You know what I'm doing today, a 'shift shift'!", and I kept laughing, and I kept trying to use the word "shift shift."

People were pretty amused; I think the job's repetitive, so supervisors appreciate stuff like that.

I also wanted to joke that it would be fun to wear a tutu and cha-cha on your shift shift, but I didn't.