Do you remember that amusing conversation I had with my ObamaCare Technician? Well…
I FINALLY received something from them yesterday. It was late when I ran to my mail service, so I didn’t open the envelope until this morning on account that I was assuming it was my health card and all the information I requested to start paying and start reaping in the benefits.
«When you assume you make an ass out of u and me.»
Technically speaking I work part-time. From home. My work day does not start before noon. Technically. I’m an early bird and I get up before 6am.
I am overjoyed when I happen to wake up at 7 screaming “I just slept innnn!”
This is a one-act play. The Me part is played by me. The OCT part is played by the ObamaCare Technician on the other end of the 1-800 call. The mood is actually playful, I like to laugh as an anger prevention tool. It’s very effective.
Me: I got a call from an 866 number asking me to pay my bill.
Me: Thing is, that number is not listed on your website, and I never got anything from you, so I’d like to know what I’m paying.
OCT: What your ID number?
Me: You mean the one I punched in to talk to you?
OCT: Yes mam, I need it to access your file. Continue reading
In a split-second, she said she needed to find herself. “One year from now, if I’m ready, I’ll be waiting for you at the place where we met. You remember where it was, right?” and then she was gone. Out of my life.
Just like that. Continue reading