Dreaming.In.Reality

and no i’m not talking about the horrific state that 98% of the roads in Ottawa are in. HOly crap you do NOT want to drive down bankstreet between Greenboro and Riverside.

The morning started off well with the lawyer calling us bright and early at 830. This resulted in me, leaping out of bed, running down the hallway and digging through my purse to find the cellphone like I was lightning. However, I did not get the phone fast enough and the call was missed. The lady that called didn’t leave a extension or her name-lol- Just that it was so and so’s office calling, call us back. So we did, lots of running around, finally K gets through to the right person several calls later. Then he calls the bank, there is some financial weirdness with our withdraw date on the RRSP, but it’s all been sorted out, regardless with a bit of fancy juggling of accounts.. yeah.

THEN!!!

We check voicemail, our insurance agency is on the phone wanting to make an appointment to come look at the electrical on Monday. Fine. So then K says, well I need to talk to so and so, and gets transferred. So he talks to her, and apparently the paper they’re waiting on for our mortgage life/disability insurance, hasn’t arrived yet. After the insurance agency’s nurse came over and interviewed us, our papers were sent to our dr.’s office to have him go over and verify that our medical history was correct and then send it back to the office. Our dr. office received that info Jan 27.

So I call the dr. office, and of course he’s not in till 1. She took my info and questions and what i was calling for and said she’d have him call me at 1. Well, at 5:40PM I call them, because well they didn’t freaking call me back. Of course, it’s not the same receptionist. It’s the one I despise. I cannot understand the woman. I don’t mind if someone has an accent, but you SHOULD be able to speak clear English if that’s what your job is. I don’t think she understands English very well either. She drives me nuts, as besides the language issues, she’s just quite intolerable as a person. So I tell her who i am, why i’m calling, what i’m calling for.. she toddles off to go ask the dr. about it. She comes back like 5 minutes later, saying the dr said he already sent off kevin’s form. I’m like there were 2 forms. One for Kevin, one for me. and she’s like well he just said kevin.

I was like ok when did he send them, she goes, i don’t know he just said he sent them -insert instant rage here- and I asked her there was no way she could find out when, and she’s like he’s with a patient, and i’m like you were just there, you could have gotten the specifics then. So then she’s like well can you have your insurance agency fax us the request again, and i’m like oh i’m sure i could if it wasn’t the end of the business day! I mean hey, you guys were supposed to call me nearly 5 hours ago. So I have no idea if the dr. office had the original papers, or faxed copies.. if they did have the originals that’s super cool cuz now they’ve LOST mine if it wasn’t sent back with kevin’s to the agency. -seethes-

So now I get to call the agency tomorrow and see what is up, if they can fax something to the dr. office. I really hate stupid people. I really truely do. On the upside, the apartment is nearly packed, I shall be starting on dishes and things we won’t need later tonight.