February 25th, 2002

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off again

This week I'm off to Dallas, TX for a training class. I'm being trained, not doing the training (thank the stars). Some type of reports writing software... It should be cool, I know most of the other folks in the class already.

I'm feeling kind of honored - I was suggested for this assignment/training by name, since I'm one of the regular users of the computers system (ACES) in question. This is the pilot class - so I'm both an early adopter and considered to have enough of a clue to provide worthwhile input on the course design and effectiveness.

I enjoy this type of assignment as well, much more than the day-to-day logistics stuff. I wish I wasn't so torn about the travel. It's a pain, but the part I really mind is leaving Xiombarg behind. I'm content that she is in good hands with Chris watching her, but I still miss her and feel bad when I'm gone. Sigh.
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Aetna fall-out

Suddenly I get a bill from a collection agency for a medical charge *from 1999* that was paid by my insurance at the time. Which was Aetna, prize assholes at the best of times. At least they were damn well supposed to pay it - and if they didn't I certainly should have heard about it well before now. I was wondering 'what the hell?' then I opened the rest of the mail I had, and discovered a general information letter from Providence (who just happened to be the provider) about how they've finally resolved their dispute with Aetna. 'Uh-huh,' I'm thinking. How conveniently coincidental. I have no idea what dispute they're talking about - some kind of contract issue which I *thought* didn't concern me, since I've been on Blue Cross for the last TWO YEARS... I'd really prefer to write a letter, but I suppose in terms of efficacy's sake I'd better call them.

I wonder if I'll have to threaten to commit suicide on the phone again to get any action out of them. I hope not - at the time it was sincere, they had given me so much run around about the preparations for my surgery that I really was at the end of my rope. At the moment, I'm much further from the edge - so I'm merely angry with them. But I sincerely doubt that will have any motivating force...
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Off to Sea-Tac

Well, here goes. I should be back on Thursday. (I'm less sanguine about finding an Internet connection at the hotel in Dallas than I was about finding one in NY.)
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