F*&cking Mercury Retrograde
Jul 27th, 2005 at 5:58 pm by Susie
Well kids, it’s time for the Mercury retrograde (since Friday night, actually) and I’m getting a real taste of it.
This morning, I wanted nothing more than to take a refreshing shower. Out of luck; the building’s hot water heater exploded and all I could get was a thin trickle of cold water.
Then I spent a few hours driving from one auto body shop to another in this godawful heat, trying to get a written estimate on the damage to my car from the Great Oil Spill of ‘05.
That was just a prelude to my extended phone conversations with the wacky claims adjusters in St. Louis who are handling this. The adjuster told me she wouldn’t pay for anything other than cleaning the car and redoing the pinstripes. “I’ve handled literally hundreds of these claims and I’ve never heard anyone say the doors had to be taken apart and cleaned,” she said. (There’s oil in the window tracks.) “I don’t see that as our problem.”
“It’s not my problem your previous claimants weren’t smart enough to know what oil does to rubber,” I retorted.
Then I called her boss. By this time, the adjuster had given her supervisor a completely different version of events and her boss told me she didn’t understand why I was being so “unreasonable.” Then she said that by delaying the claim, I was increasing the damage to my car and was therefore responsible. Do you believe this?
So I’ll call her back tomorrow and tell her I’m filing a complaint with the State Insurance Commission. I don’t have time for this crap.
Maybe that’s why rats ate our dishwasher over the weekend. (Yes, really.)
Rats ate the hoses of my washing machine once.
I don’t know where Mercury was headed at the time.