A Valentine’s Day Poem for my insurance company

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Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Your customer service sucks completely.

I hate dealing with you.

Mad props to the call center dude who doesn’t really speak or understand English (especially English from the south) who asked me a bunch of pointless questions, put me on hold for 10 minutes, asked me the same pointless questions again and rudely, put me on hold again, and then hung up on me when I asked to be transferred to a supervisor. ¬†

Karma, my friend, karma.

Still waiting on the rheumy appointment and now waiting on refills since my insurance changed on January 1st.  Having to get everything re-referred and re-preauthorized during a flare does not make me the happiest person in the world.

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2 responses »

  1. Well, I know this won’t necessarily make you feel better, but you made me laugh with your little poem and your “Karma, my friend, karma,” line.

    Hope things get cleared up for you soon re the insurance and that you feel better even sooner!
    :) Laurie

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