Month: February 2009

adding insult to extortion

This is one month I’ll be glad to see behind me. Repeated failed attempts at job hunting. Crummy weather. My boyfriend’s too busy to see me. My computer’s started acting up regularly. My first-ever (diagnosed) case of the flu, not to mention an expensive-ly worthless visit to the clinic.

Which just gets even more expensive, as yesterday I received a bill from said clinic for $60. That’s right, I get to pay sixty bucks to go with the EIGHTY-FIVE that I already paid to receive a “wait and see” diagnosis. To quote a former co-worker, I can’t tell you how mad that makes me. But because I know good people who work in the medical field, I’m trying hard not to spout things like, “Those clinic workers have it made! They send the real cases to the ER and tell everyone else to wait and see!”

Sigh. Maybe things’ll look better in March.

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one flu over the cuckoo’s nest

Dear Local Medical Clinic,

After spending a total of four hours this morning at your ill-designed facility, I just want to thank you. Thank you so much for taking $85 of my uninsured money – before I actually saw the doctor so that I wouldn’t leave before my two and a half hours of waiting time was up. Thanks for letting me have a strep test and a flu swab by the male version of Nurse Ratched.

Thank you for declaring that I have the flu. I’ve never been diagnosed with the flu before, and I had been under the impression that it was really terrible, as in the sick person can’t even lift their head from their pillow. Thank you for clearing up the fact that the body aches, mild fever and wicked chills I’ve had for the last three days can also be the flu. This also explains why everybody and her brother has “got the flu.”

Thank you for telling me that all that can be done is for me to treat the symptoms. This does bring me to a question: why did you feel compelled to give me a prescription for cough syrup? I’m really not coughing here, not that the doctor would’ve realized that in the eight or so minutes he actually spent with me. Please don’t be offended that I plan to tear up that worthless prescription and throw it away. As mentioned above, I’m uninsured, and being unemployed, I’d already wasted $85, so spending even more money on stuff that won’t help just didn’t seem like the thing to do.

Also, please thank the doctor for not even looking at my sore throat, or at my ears which I’d mentioned felt sensitive. Kudos to you, doc, for sticking to a strict Hands-Off-The-Patient policy. This really contributed to the warm, fuzzy feeling that I was getting the bum’s rush.

Most of all, thank you for reminding me why I don’t go to the doctor. Clearly, I’d lost my head this morning (must’ve been the fever) thinking I could find some relief from feeling bad. I apologize for breaking down into tears from frustration at the thought of an unknown number of days in which I can continue to feel miserable. Next time, you can bet I’ll be at death’s door before I visit you again.

Thank you, quite literally, for nothing.

Sincerely,

Anne

gainfully unemployed

Shortly after I lost my job, I was sitting around listening to the radio with my sister. To amuse myself, I’d turn the lyrics into something job related, like “I Still Haven’t Found The Job I’m Looking For” by U2, and – my personal favorite – that classic remake by Hall & Oates, “You’ve Lost That Jobbing Feeling.”

After several days of up and down emotion, going from an optimistic, “I’ll find something. Something better!” to the highly disheartened “I’ll never find anything!!” I’m now leveling out somewhere closer to the upbeat end of the spectrum. (For now at least. Give me five minutes, and it could change.)

It helps that a recruiter called today. As I expected, the job he’s trying to fill is WAY south of here, near the Alabama-Florida state line actually. I said that I wasn’t interested in moving that far, but the guy – a nice recruiter, for a change – offered that I could think about it over the weekend and call him on Monday. Eh, why not. That’ll give me time to debate which is worse: being five hours away from my family or continuing an indefinite period of being unemployed. (Hmm. Tough call.)

In the mean time, I’m very glad to have website work to help keep me busy. Last week I finished the first part of adding a new layout to the Alias site, and I’m on track to finish the rest of the update this month.

Unless, of course, I wind up moving. :sigh: