Annoying Monday
What a winning day. Got a call at 7 am. “Hi, we need to set up a delivery time for your bed between 12:30 and 2:30.” “I told the sales guy late afternoon.” “Sorry. Can you do it at 12:30 to 2:30?” “No. I have a job. Hello.”
Fucking geniuses. I made the salesguy write in big bold letters—like this: late afternoon delivery. I told the guy on the phone that we could possibly squeeze in early morning, making me late for work, but not too late, on Wednesday morning. We’ll see. Until then, a couple more nights on the floor won’t kill me.
The dentist—ah, the dentist. Apparently, I was scheduled for a cleaning, which is okay, but I had to pay $120 out of pocket for cleaning half of my teeth. My next visit, to put fillings in my right side molars, is going to cost me six hundred out of pocket (in addition to exhausting my plan’s cap in just two visits), if I don’t require root canal, which costs nine hundred a pop, out of pocket. I’m really glad my dental insurance is generous enough to pay eighty percent of cleanings and half of fillings. That’s not insurance, that’s a fucking discount.