Unexplored Territory

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

I think he is a glutton for punishment

I didn't answer the call, and have yet to call him back, but the claims adminstrator with whom I spoke yesterday called me today. I have NO idea why. Maybe out of remorse. Maybe out of pity. Maybe to tell me that the name he gave me yesterday is the incorrect one, just in case I decide to hunt him down. I guess I should call him back.

And I do have to admit that the Jose Cuervos Margaritas helped me through the last portion of that phone call. I think I had to have something in my mouth in order to not yell expletives at this man. Either that or I just needed something mind-numbing so I couldn't really start to question how in the hell some of these people got through training.

I could probably send a chimpanzee and he would be more compassionate.

I have my well-worded letter written, and copies have been made of correspondences between myself and this asshole insurer.

Game on.

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.