And NOW,.... the REST of the story!
Mar. 3rd, 2021 01:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogI guess it was fitting that, on a day where conservative media lost its collective shit over Dr. Seuss being cancel-cultured (spoiler alert: he wasn't*), my vaccination appointment this morning actually did get canceled.
The timing sucked, as did my non-allergic reaction to it. I'd been home with Eleanor for several hours, slogging through the paperwork that we'd begun working on the day before as part of our latest attempt at a mortgage refi. The guy we met with was prompt, thorough and walked us through all the options of both what we could get and how we could apply for it. As has been the case on past re-tri's, the biggest ugly in the process is me submitting something other than normal people pay stubs as proof of income. Rather, I have to produce the last two filed tax returns showing my business income schedule (done), but also homegrown profit-and-loss analyses for the year just ended and the first two months of this year.
Doing so is a ritual I go through at tax time anyway, converting a copy paper box's worth of bank statements, check registers, paid bills and deposit copies into a spreadsheet breaking them down into a Column A of gross income and Columns B through N of the expense categories on the IRS Schedule C. This usually eats up several weekends, but I took the box to work yesterday, got through about a third of it, and decided to finish it off at home. Eleanor, meanwhile, was going through the debt side of things, and it took the better part of two hours to go over why a certain expense was accruing in a certain way. We'd worked out at least a partial common understanding of why it works the way it does, and we were just sitting down so I could illustrate a month or so of how to convert my mishmash of paper into the beauty of a P&L spreadsheet, when the phone rang.
Several times.
One of them was a longtime debtor who I've been trying to get a deal done with for over a year. His case is literally the reason for the Certain Expense getting to where it was, and I am still working with him to figure whether he will solve that problem or not.
But meanwhile, there were two missed calls, and no message on either, from a local number I didn't recognize. It turned out to be the Walgreens I was scheduled for today- and once I navigated their Guantanamo-like voicemail jail and got to the pharmacist, I found out this was not to confirm my appointment but to cancel it- since, they said, New York only allows retail pharmacies to vaccinate over-65 patients.
Well, except for one thing. Two, rather. One is my very under-65 birthday, which was right on the confirmation form. The other was that, when I scheduled the thing, their website had four radio boxes to ticky one of:
- I am over 65
- I have a comorbidity on the list
- I am an essential worker
- None of the above
I clicked the second. I'd have clicked it twice if I could because I've got two (three, my doctor now tells me). But after getting absolutely nowhere beyond an apology and a referral to 1800WALGREENS to complain about it, I went back for giggles to see if I'd entered a date or data wrong.
This is how it looks now:
I so wish I'd taken screenshots all along the way of applying, because I am certain the other options were there when I did (and the language of question 2 even implies there was more than one "statement that describes you" before they took out all but the first). Not that it likely would have helped; one of the people I spoke to admitted they'd had other cases where patients had to be turned away and were equally unhappy about it. Rules is rules and that's that, they said- although we know for a fact that at least one retail pharmacy has extended those rules beyond over-65 nonemployees.
By the time I finished this call, Eleanor was more upset about me than I was upset about the cancellation. I quickly moved back into the site I already had successfully scheduled through, and got my first appointment moved up from April 6 to March 10, though it (and the followup) will still require driving to Syracuse. But when I was in active verbal combat with the pharmacy people about it, my lizard brain had taken over and I was not a pleasant person to listen to. It carried into the paperwork process as we wound up at cross-purposes trying to get either a fillable-pdf of the loan application or an online method of doing it. Gods bless him, the mortgage guy we met with Monday actually returned a call after 6 last night, talked us through what to do, and we're back on track. The P&Ls are done, and once we get this week's pay stubs in, we should be able to move on with the process.
Just don't try leaving the house with a hoodie on. These two have taken THAT over:
----
To be absolutely sure I don't drive 200 miles to this thing next week and find out I can't prove eligibility, I did a telehealth with my doctor's office this morning and they sent me a letter laying out my Trifecta of Morbidity. That better be sufficient. Meanwhile, I unfriended and blocked an essential worker who has decided that the vaccine is some kind of evil plot: SAY NO TO THE PRICK is not something I need to hear when we're going through all this madness to protect ourselves and each other.
* That was Antivaxxer's last post. The previous one complained about the cancel-culturing of Dr. Seuss. Here's my reply to THAT:
You're gonna need a bigger boycott if you're so concerned over a few of the man's early works being taken out of circulation. You'll have to add Warner/DC, because even though Bugs Bunny is my spirit animal, he was conscripted into some pretty horrid anti-Asian shorts during WWII, and you're never gonna see those on Cartoon Network anymore. They also didn't "cancel" Mel Blanc just because they longago stopped running the commercials where he voiced the lazy shiftless bad hombre Frito Bandito. And long before Disney kicked Cara Dune off her landspeeder for being an anti-Semitic hack, they stopped selling you copies of Song of the South, because images of happy slavies singing Zippity Doo-Dah MIGHT not have held up over the decades.
I'd be more worried about state Republican parties censuring jurors for listening to evidence and voting to convict based on it.
The timing sucked, as did my non-allergic reaction to it. I'd been home with Eleanor for several hours, slogging through the paperwork that we'd begun working on the day before as part of our latest attempt at a mortgage refi. The guy we met with was prompt, thorough and walked us through all the options of both what we could get and how we could apply for it. As has been the case on past re-tri's, the biggest ugly in the process is me submitting something other than normal people pay stubs as proof of income. Rather, I have to produce the last two filed tax returns showing my business income schedule (done), but also homegrown profit-and-loss analyses for the year just ended and the first two months of this year.
Doing so is a ritual I go through at tax time anyway, converting a copy paper box's worth of bank statements, check registers, paid bills and deposit copies into a spreadsheet breaking them down into a Column A of gross income and Columns B through N of the expense categories on the IRS Schedule C. This usually eats up several weekends, but I took the box to work yesterday, got through about a third of it, and decided to finish it off at home. Eleanor, meanwhile, was going through the debt side of things, and it took the better part of two hours to go over why a certain expense was accruing in a certain way. We'd worked out at least a partial common understanding of why it works the way it does, and we were just sitting down so I could illustrate a month or so of how to convert my mishmash of paper into the beauty of a P&L spreadsheet, when the phone rang.
Several times.
One of them was a longtime debtor who I've been trying to get a deal done with for over a year. His case is literally the reason for the Certain Expense getting to where it was, and I am still working with him to figure whether he will solve that problem or not.
But meanwhile, there were two missed calls, and no message on either, from a local number I didn't recognize. It turned out to be the Walgreens I was scheduled for today- and once I navigated their Guantanamo-like voicemail jail and got to the pharmacist, I found out this was not to confirm my appointment but to cancel it- since, they said, New York only allows retail pharmacies to vaccinate over-65 patients.
Well, except for one thing. Two, rather. One is my very under-65 birthday, which was right on the confirmation form. The other was that, when I scheduled the thing, their website had four radio boxes to ticky one of:
- I am over 65
- I have a comorbidity on the list
- I am an essential worker
- None of the above
I clicked the second. I'd have clicked it twice if I could because I've got two (three, my doctor now tells me). But after getting absolutely nowhere beyond an apology and a referral to 1800WALGREENS to complain about it, I went back for giggles to see if I'd entered a date or data wrong.
This is how it looks now:
I so wish I'd taken screenshots all along the way of applying, because I am certain the other options were there when I did (and the language of question 2 even implies there was more than one "statement that describes you" before they took out all but the first). Not that it likely would have helped; one of the people I spoke to admitted they'd had other cases where patients had to be turned away and were equally unhappy about it. Rules is rules and that's that, they said- although we know for a fact that at least one retail pharmacy has extended those rules beyond over-65 nonemployees.
By the time I finished this call, Eleanor was more upset about me than I was upset about the cancellation. I quickly moved back into the site I already had successfully scheduled through, and got my first appointment moved up from April 6 to March 10, though it (and the followup) will still require driving to Syracuse. But when I was in active verbal combat with the pharmacy people about it, my lizard brain had taken over and I was not a pleasant person to listen to. It carried into the paperwork process as we wound up at cross-purposes trying to get either a fillable-pdf of the loan application or an online method of doing it. Gods bless him, the mortgage guy we met with Monday actually returned a call after 6 last night, talked us through what to do, and we're back on track. The P&Ls are done, and once we get this week's pay stubs in, we should be able to move on with the process.
Just don't try leaving the house with a hoodie on. These two have taken THAT over:
----
To be absolutely sure I don't drive 200 miles to this thing next week and find out I can't prove eligibility, I did a telehealth with my doctor's office this morning and they sent me a letter laying out my Trifecta of Morbidity. That better be sufficient. Meanwhile, I unfriended and blocked an essential worker who has decided that the vaccine is some kind of evil plot: SAY NO TO THE PRICK is not something I need to hear when we're going through all this madness to protect ourselves and each other.
* That was Antivaxxer's last post. The previous one complained about the cancel-culturing of Dr. Seuss. Here's my reply to THAT:
You're gonna need a bigger boycott if you're so concerned over a few of the man's early works being taken out of circulation. You'll have to add Warner/DC, because even though Bugs Bunny is my spirit animal, he was conscripted into some pretty horrid anti-Asian shorts during WWII, and you're never gonna see those on Cartoon Network anymore. They also didn't "cancel" Mel Blanc just because they longago stopped running the commercials where he voiced the lazy shiftless bad hombre Frito Bandito. And long before Disney kicked Cara Dune off her landspeeder for being an anti-Semitic hack, they stopped selling you copies of Song of the South, because images of happy slavies singing Zippity Doo-Dah MIGHT not have held up over the decades.
I'd be more worried about state Republican parties censuring jurors for listening to evidence and voting to convict based on it.
Oh man...
Date: 2021-03-04 12:12 pm (UTC)