Although I wish the weather would improve so I could go outside and take pictures of interesting things...
Instead of hogging up a bunch more bandwidth by posting every picture here, I started a new album on my gallery.
Oh, and the camera shop guy doesn't clean digital cameral sensors. What he will do is teach me how to clean it myself, which I guess is what I should do anyway. The other option is to never take the lens off, and that pretty much defeats the purpose of getting a camera that lets me use my existing lens collection.
In totally unrelated whining: remember my emergency clinic visit last Labor Day for the rat bite? I have come to terms with the fact that I will never have the same use of my right index finger. Now I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm not getting reimbursed a dime. I got the final paperwork from the weasles at the insurance company today. It has only taken six months of constant hounding to get them to acknowledge and process this at all, and lo, once you subtract the parts of the bill (the stitches, the doctor, the surgical supplies) they deem unworthy, they pretty much only cover the cost of the drugs. Conveniently enough, what they will cover comes to 30 bucks under my deductible.
I don't say things like this that often on my blog, but I hate those fuckers.
(Did I tell you about the time that I called to check on the process and the "customer service" representative told me that none of the paperwork existed? Even though it had been in the pipeline for three months at that point? And when I pointed out to her that I had spoken to people on specific dates about it it was in the system that she said I was a liar? Or the time that the reason they hadn't processed the claim was because they couldn't read part of the photocopy, and when I asked why they hadn't called me or the doctor for clarification, they said that they never call out to follow up on problems?
Fucking weasles.)
Posted by Nic at March 22, 2006 06:02 PM | TrackBack