Talk about reaching all new heights of narcissism!
Today, I am giving myself awards but not for blogging.
No, these awards are special in that they showcase my unbelievable restraint while dealing with the insurance company of the driver who killed my car.
I won’t mention the name of the insurance company…YET. There may come a day when I do, but I’ll hold back for now.
To break it down as briefly as possible…
I’ve spoken to SEVEN different people from this company. SEVEN. Each of them claiming they have a role to play in settling this matter.
Today, I found out it basically boils down to only two people who should be resolving the issue. One who handles the settlement regarding the vehicle and another who handles loss wages.
Now, to their credit, they did make the initial call as they are supposed to but happen to miss that call and you return it? Fuggettaboutit. They don’t call back. It takes persistent returning of their initial call and a lot of crossing fingers in hopes they actually answer.
Now, I understand they must determine liability before they can proceed from their end, but this was done days ago. The other drive is at fault as is evident by the ticket she received and the detailed police report provided to the insurance company.
In one case it took calls and a couple of emails to get the One Who Handles Lost Wages to get back to me only to have her tell me unless I used my vehicle to make money i.e., a taxi cab driver or traveling hooker (ok, the hooker thing was my comment) then they do not compensate for money you haven’t made while waiting on them to provide a rental car. This is crap and I know they do so this means MORE haggling.
Today, I was told by the One Who Handles Vehicle Matters that she would be calling Enterprise to make arrangements for a rental and she would call me right back. HA! Guess what has not happened? This was three hours ago. It’s Friday evening, almost 7:30 p.m. EST…we all know that call isn’t coming this evening. It probably won’t come anytime over the weekend either which means MAYBE this will happen Monday which means I’ll miss yet another day of work.
I’m quite aggravated and this close — to being officially pissed off, but I’ve held back. Boy, have I held back.
So, in honor of my composure and restraint, I give myself the following: