Huh?
Yesterday I found out that the company that manages my flexible spending account had totally f*cked up and that my flexdirect debit card was going to continue to be unuseable for another 10-14 business days. I went off on the lady who I was on the phone with because I needed her to understand that I have no money with which to pay for any medical care at this time out of pocket, but there is $600+ dollars of my money that her company is holding onto and I am supposed to have access to without having to pay first and then be reimbursed! Basically she told that she was very sorry, but there was nothing she could do, and the problem should be fixed in 10-14 business days. I continued to press the situation a bit, hoping that perhaps since they are the ones who screwed up (not me) and I actually completed all of the things I was supposed to do to get my card out of limboland, that they should be able to re-activate my card in the short term until they got their act together and fixed what they messed up on the account. (To be honest, I wouldn't be freaking out this much except that I have prescriptions to pick up that I just plain don't have the money to pay for - and ended up calling my mother and asking her for the money - does not promote the image that your 26 year old daughter actually has her life together and is responsible, living 4 states away.) I got nowhere with this whole thing except being told that the check that they cut me for claims I submitted last week was dated for yesterday, that I would have that in "10-14 business days" (I hate that damn phrase), and that they would mark my account urgent but that I could not expect it to actually be fixed before the lovely "10-14 business days". When I got off the phone, I was so frustrated I just plain cried. Sitting at work, in the office, everyone having lunch, I'm sobbing.
Anyway, pulled my act together, got through work, got through the community meeting at church that night, dragged myself home, in the door, checked the mail as an afterthought and "what the hell?" The check from ADP was in the mail - all $134.99 of it, dated 11/1/05, no postage stamp (or postmark for that matter) at all.
What the f*ck?
Anyway, pulled my act together, got through work, got through the community meeting at church that night, dragged myself home, in the door, checked the mail as an afterthought and "what the hell?" The check from ADP was in the mail - all $134.99 of it, dated 11/1/05, no postage stamp (or postmark for that matter) at all.
What the f*ck?