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MAYBE BY "SIX," THEY MEANT "THREE" ....
Jun. 24th, 2004 11:16 amOK, my health insurance firm offers a reimbursement for health-club membership (including YMCAs). The claim simply has to be submitted within six months of the service rendered. So I submitted a claim for my Y membership for the year 2003 -- and got back a note denying my claim because it wasn't submitted within six months.
Last I knew, 2003 ended on Dec. 31 -- and six months later would be the end of June. So I find it curious that I could have missed the six-month cutoff when it hasn't even happened yet. Unless I've somehow stepped into some parallel universe when "six" or "months" means something entirely different. Maybe the Sewage Snafu somehow disrupted the space-time continuum. Maybe the insurer is using some pre-Gregorian calendar.
But it may get cleared up today. I spoke with someone on the phone at the firm, and she seemed as confused as I was -- and was disturbed when I told her that nobody's signature appeared on the letter from the firm other than the stamped one that appears on all correspondence. (It seems to me like whoever opened my mailing didn't closely review the claim at all.) So hopefully I can get this fixed today. I am rather counting on that money; it's a nice chunk a' change, and can fund a fair amount of my Boston trip/Noreascon membership expenses later this year.
Also awaiting my payment for that freelance piece. I've learned that the secret to staying afloat fiscally is to always have revenues coming in from more than one source. So other than my newspaper salary, I supplement with freelance pieces, other bits of jobs here and there, claims like the health-club deal, and even stuff sold on eBay (nickels and dimes are better than nothin' -- and a fair amount of buyers have exercised the Buy It Now option, which is considerably more money than I'd get at a "real" yard sale). I just need time to find a few more freelance venues.
Got to get my laundry out of the dryer and head out to see the insurer. Adios to all.
Current book: Dante's "Inferno," plus my new "No Depression" magazine
Current music: "Lonesome, On'Ry and Mean" (Waylon Jennings tribute, with artists ranging from Norah Jones to Henry Rollins. Yes, that Henry Rollins.)
Current state of mind: Not as agitated as I could be.
Last I knew, 2003 ended on Dec. 31 -- and six months later would be the end of June. So I find it curious that I could have missed the six-month cutoff when it hasn't even happened yet. Unless I've somehow stepped into some parallel universe when "six" or "months" means something entirely different. Maybe the Sewage Snafu somehow disrupted the space-time continuum. Maybe the insurer is using some pre-Gregorian calendar.
But it may get cleared up today. I spoke with someone on the phone at the firm, and she seemed as confused as I was -- and was disturbed when I told her that nobody's signature appeared on the letter from the firm other than the stamped one that appears on all correspondence. (It seems to me like whoever opened my mailing didn't closely review the claim at all.) So hopefully I can get this fixed today. I am rather counting on that money; it's a nice chunk a' change, and can fund a fair amount of my Boston trip/Noreascon membership expenses later this year.
Also awaiting my payment for that freelance piece. I've learned that the secret to staying afloat fiscally is to always have revenues coming in from more than one source. So other than my newspaper salary, I supplement with freelance pieces, other bits of jobs here and there, claims like the health-club deal, and even stuff sold on eBay (nickels and dimes are better than nothin' -- and a fair amount of buyers have exercised the Buy It Now option, which is considerably more money than I'd get at a "real" yard sale). I just need time to find a few more freelance venues.
Got to get my laundry out of the dryer and head out to see the insurer. Adios to all.
Current book: Dante's "Inferno," plus my new "No Depression" magazine
Current music: "Lonesome, On'Ry and Mean" (Waylon Jennings tribute, with artists ranging from Norah Jones to Henry Rollins. Yes, that Henry Rollins.)
Current state of mind: Not as agitated as I could be.
