How about some good news for once? I did get that raise I was talking about. It’s not life changing but it’s more money. I figure if nothing else it increases my pay at my next job.
Speaking of work I have been on a lucky streak. I may have to break down and buy a lottery ticket.
I took a half day on the 27th to head down to my niece’s wedding. While I was gone one of the supervisors sent out an email about a healthy challenge over the weekend with a list of potential things you could do. On Monday morning they had a drawing. She ended up putting everyone’s name in because, as she put it, “I figured everyone did one or two things on the list.” Long story short- I won! I ended up with a $25 Visa gift card. Still haven’t spent it.
Then about a week later we had our quarterly drawing for the “time challenge”. If we clock in and out on time with no mistakes, no unauthorized overtime, and no forgetting to clock in or out for lunch, our name is entered into a drawing for a half day off work. Again- I won! So now I’ve got $25 and a half day off of work!
Also, I was perusing the insurance website the other day. I wanted to calculate what I would have paid out of pocket if insurance hadn’t picked up anything versus my premiums. While doing so I discovered that they had rejected Picasso’s claim (you remember that big $1282 doctor visit) because they were waiting to hear whether or not he had secondary insurance. So… there’s a possibility that bill will be picked up by insurance after all.
That brings me back to Jerry Lee. Like the new nickname? I don’t know why it took me so long to come up with it. Anyway, he texted me on Friday asking me why insurance didn’t cover anything from that visit since well visits are usually covered. As luck would have it I discovered the reason it was rejected only the day prior so I was able to tell him exactly why it didn’t cover him.
Here’s my confession. It took me an entire day to finally reply. Why? Because I was.. scared?…worried? I’m not sure how to phrase it. All I could think was that he was going to turn around and tell Harley and who knows who else that I was trying to rip him off by making him pay unnecessary medical bills. Yeah, like I could fake a medical bill. I have so much time in my day.
I hate that it can still affect me. It’s not that I worry about disappointing him so much. It’s not even that I deep down care if he thinks I’m ripping him off. I can’t really put my finger on it. I guess it boils down to the fact I don’t want to deal with him and his snarky remarks. I’m beyond tired of him acting like he is the victim in all of this and I’ve taken advantage of him. I guess I don’t want to give him any ammunition. I don’t want to even give him the slightest excuse to doubt me or accuse me of nefarious dealings. For whatever reason it’s important to me that he not be able to say I’m dishonest. I know it’s tilting at windmills; he’s convinced I’m dishonest and taking advantage. Yet I continue to try to walk that tightrope.
It’s stupid, I know. Liars are going to lie. Cheaters are going to cheat. He’ll always play the victim; I’ll always be the bad guy. He’ll never accept responsibility and I’ll always work overtime trying to fulfill mine.
The good news is I finally put on my big girl pants and told him I had only discovered on Thursday that they wanted to know if Picasso had other insurance and that I would let him know what happened.
Despite whatever he may be saying in private he simply replied, “OK,” and asked that I let him know what the final bill was.
And thus concludes my good news.