I don’t think I can say that I hate our health center.  I think I hate the train of incompetent idiots that have managed to screw up my status so bad that I still can’t get registered for the health insurance, and oh, the old policy runs out today.

*walking very carefully*

It turns out the grad school can’t read.  Because they misread my paperwork declaring that I had a full assistantship.  Which lead to them sending the wrong paperwork to student insurance, which lead to them demanding me pay $1600, and not letting me sign up until said $1600 is paid.

(Side note: $1600 x 2 policy terms is $3200.  Our student insurance is SO not worth $3200 a year.  But I don’t pay for it, so I can’t care that much).

So as of today, the grad school fixed their mistake.  Student receivables has me all clear.  Everyone has me as the right status – except the student health insurance office.  Who still wants me to pay $1600.

I don’t even want to tell you how much time I spent on the phone today.  It’s obnoxious.  Ok.  Want a hint?  I spent close to 4 hours being on the phone today trying to get this resolved.  You’d think it would be resolved now, right?

Nope.

Son of a bitch.

I’m a huge klutz.  I walk into walls.  I trip on stairs.  I run into furniture.  I need to have health insurance.

I’m so at my wits end right now, I don’t even know how to fix it.  I finally had my paperworked faxed, and when the insurance lady called to tell me they couldn’t accept it because my status wasn’t right, I told her that they could make an exception and hold the paperwork.

Grrr.

P.S.  Still haven’t looked at my Chicago stuff yet.