I've got Streisand's The Third Album in my headphones as I post this.
THIS IS THE NIGHT! I finally get to see the lady herself tonight at the United Center. She has been singing to me and for me since I discovered her back in the mid 1970s and I cannot wait. Fanny Brice and Katie Morosky, live and in person!
Nobody else gave me a thrill/with all your faults, I love you still/It had to be you ...
Nobody means to me exactly to me what she does. I couldn't be happier to live in one of the few cities she's appearing in.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Friday, October 26, 2012
I hate them
I spent the better part of an hour arguing with "Wendy" from Met Life. Everything she told me today about my mother's policies was diametrically opposed to what I was told last month. By a different customer service rep reached through the same 800 number.
My lawyer warned me that Metropolitan Life is notoriously difficult to deal with. At first I didn't believe him, because the first round of conversations were so peaceful, helpful and informative. But it triggered a computer-generated form letter that contradicted much of what I'd been told over the phone.
And then I got "Wendy," who pretty much told me the first call could not have happened because giving out the information I was given isn't their procedure.
We're talking about $3500 here. I don't know how much sense it makes to get my lawyer involved, since he charges $250/hour.
Part of me is tempted to just blow it off, rather than enduring confrontational phone calls and launching a letter writing campaign.
Part of me is tempted to curl up in a fetal ball under my desk and hide.
My lawyer warned me that Metropolitan Life is notoriously difficult to deal with. At first I didn't believe him, because the first round of conversations were so peaceful, helpful and informative. But it triggered a computer-generated form letter that contradicted much of what I'd been told over the phone.
And then I got "Wendy," who pretty much told me the first call could not have happened because giving out the information I was given isn't their procedure.
We're talking about $3500 here. I don't know how much sense it makes to get my lawyer involved, since he charges $250/hour.
Part of me is tempted to just blow it off, rather than enduring confrontational phone calls and launching a letter writing campaign.
Part of me is tempted to curl up in a fetal ball under my desk and hide.