Not My Best Day Ever
On the heels of the looming five day pay lag, I can honestly say that today was hardly the most fun of days. I woke up with a killer headache and my throat all scratchy, so I called in and I’ve regretted that decision most of the day.
Back in May I opened an insurance policy with VPI for Yara. Research showed me that there were probably better companies out there, but this one had the added incentive of both having automatic payroll deductions and a substantial discount through being part of CSEA. Anyway, I filed my first claim after Yara’s yearly physical and got back a whopping $60. I was hardly impressed, but I figured this would be a good backup to have in case of emergency. Like a car accident, perhaps.
Today I finally get official word that all of the claims I’ve made regarding Yara’s EPI — all the tests and treatment — have been denied. Every penny. And any pennies that will occur in the future. Because EPI is both a hereditary condition that is common in GSDs and was a pre-existing condition. Granted I didn’t know she had the condition when I started the policy, but that’s hardly the point.
As if my day couldn’t get worse, I get a knock at the door from the landlady¹ and she is carrying an armful of papers. She hands me one and proceeds to explain that I’m in default for my November rent and this here document is to notify me of my court date. The long and the short of it is that I neglected to drop my rent check in the mail and they never got it. Oops! No real harm done, if you discount my near cardiac arrest. The kicker is that this may actually prove useful to me in other avenues, but I’m not going to elaborate on that here.
Later, I hear dogs barking and growling and whining all up and down the hall. And again I hear doors being banged on. Curiosity gets the best of me and I decide that right then would be as good a time as ever to take Miss Yara out. Well, lo and behold it’s the landlady banging on doors; this time she has the super in tow and together they’re “checking apartments for dogs and cats not on lease.” The super goes on to explain that they’ve had lots of reports about dogs relieving themselves in common areas of the building. I’m not really sure how the two are exactly related. I mean, no one really has an excuse not to clean up after their dog if they have an accident in the hall. Generally you’re dog’s in the hall because you’re heading out to do just that, so it’s not really a hassle to go back and grab some paper towels or whatnot. But if you have a dog that shouldn’t be in the building, chances are you’re even more careful about that kind of stuff, right?
1. Landlady here referring to the leasing agent that generally works this building. The actual “landlord” as it were is a company that happens to own quite a few different properties in the Capital District.