What's wrong with the entire universe? I know.
1) Insurance companies.
So you have the Medicare D fiasco making people all over the independent pharmacy world get pissed the hell off. What's really fun to watch is how pissed off independents got after Walgreen's, the company in charge of the AARP card, screwed the lot of them over in claim payments, then had the gull to ask to buy their pharmacies after months of non payment. That's one thing.
Then you have the whole fact that there is no reason why private plan D providers should exist. It's one thing to be a little socialist. Every strong economy is a mixed economy. Yeehaw. What's f'd up is when you are going to be half-assed socialist and decide to farm out the civil services you are going to provide to private companies. Either read Marx or read Mussolini, folks, not both. How much of my tax money could be saved if the retards running the country just set up the same infrastructure that processes the part B claims for tests strips and expanded it to Rx drugs. Then these worthless asshats like Humana and AARP who are doing a shitty job as a third party won't be a parasite on my tax money by making profits.
Then there is the thing that pisses me off more than anything about insurance companies, and it isn't exclusive to medicare D. And anyone with a pharmacy background knows what I'm going to say. NONE OF THE PHARMACY CARDS EVER MAKE ANY SENSE. EVER. It becomes ridiculous. Here's an example of a card you might see. And, actually, this is a GOOD example because it tells you what rediculous things you have to do to get the information needed to submit a claim in the end. A lot of the time the card is just crap with no useful info at all.
How hard can it really be to put a bin#, the ID needed to submit, and the proper group number on an insurance card? I have a retarded redneck friend that goes around making designs in corn crops that look like aliens in a UFO making some sort of postmodern minimalist art piece, yet you bastards can't unambiguously put the 3 things on an insurance card whose only purpose in the universe is to give me the 3 pieces of information I need to submit a claim? Did the insurance card's parents drink vodka during all nine month's of it's pregnancy?
Why are there so many mentally challenged insurance cards? To hell with you, insurance companies, to hell with you.
2) People
Why the hell do people think I am a fast food worker. The thing that irritates me the most is when people just say the words, "How long?" Not "How much time do you think processing that will take", or "My mom is in pain, how long will it be until I can get some Lortab in her so she will shut up?", but, just "How long?" I'm not even worth a complete sentence? I usually just tell them something ridiculous like "5-30 minutes, give or take 10 minutes." Then I hate it when they bitch about how long it takes me to fill something. I've noticed, and this usually works, if you say "Because I'm trying to not kill you." as a response to "why is this taking so long?" it works 99.9% of the time. The 0.01% is that asshole physician that thinks he knows everything, yet writes for Xopenex after finding out a patient is allergic to albuterol. (Really happened.) This is a good segway to my next hate:
3) House, MD
Ok, I'll admit it, I love this show. It's hilarious. But ever since it went on air, it seems like every physician on Earth has started to believe that it's ok to act like an asshole in an effort to pad their internal cult of personality. Remember when the kids back in the 90s started wearing their pants backwards because of those two rapping-kids-band-thing Kris-Kros? It's the same deal.
Ok, I'm done.
So you have the Medicare D fiasco making people all over the independent pharmacy world get pissed the hell off. What's really fun to watch is how pissed off independents got after Walgreen's, the company in charge of the AARP card, screwed the lot of them over in claim payments, then had the gull to ask to buy their pharmacies after months of non payment. That's one thing.
Then you have the whole fact that there is no reason why private plan D providers should exist. It's one thing to be a little socialist. Every strong economy is a mixed economy. Yeehaw. What's f'd up is when you are going to be half-assed socialist and decide to farm out the civil services you are going to provide to private companies. Either read Marx or read Mussolini, folks, not both. How much of my tax money could be saved if the retards running the country just set up the same infrastructure that processes the part B claims for tests strips and expanded it to Rx drugs. Then these worthless asshats like Humana and AARP who are doing a shitty job as a third party won't be a parasite on my tax money by making profits.
Then there is the thing that pisses me off more than anything about insurance companies, and it isn't exclusive to medicare D. And anyone with a pharmacy background knows what I'm going to say. NONE OF THE PHARMACY CARDS EVER MAKE ANY SENSE. EVER. It becomes ridiculous. Here's an example of a card you might see. And, actually, this is a GOOD example because it tells you what rediculous things you have to do to get the information needed to submit a claim in the end. A lot of the time the card is just crap with no useful info at all.
How hard can it really be to put a bin#, the ID needed to submit, and the proper group number on an insurance card? I have a retarded redneck friend that goes around making designs in corn crops that look like aliens in a UFO making some sort of postmodern minimalist art piece, yet you bastards can't unambiguously put the 3 things on an insurance card whose only purpose in the universe is to give me the 3 pieces of information I need to submit a claim? Did the insurance card's parents drink vodka during all nine month's of it's pregnancy?
Why are there so many mentally challenged insurance cards? To hell with you, insurance companies, to hell with you.
2) People
Why the hell do people think I am a fast food worker. The thing that irritates me the most is when people just say the words, "How long?" Not "How much time do you think processing that will take", or "My mom is in pain, how long will it be until I can get some Lortab in her so she will shut up?", but, just "How long?" I'm not even worth a complete sentence? I usually just tell them something ridiculous like "5-30 minutes, give or take 10 minutes." Then I hate it when they bitch about how long it takes me to fill something. I've noticed, and this usually works, if you say "Because I'm trying to not kill you." as a response to "why is this taking so long?" it works 99.9% of the time. The 0.01% is that asshole physician that thinks he knows everything, yet writes for Xopenex after finding out a patient is allergic to albuterol. (Really happened.) This is a good segway to my next hate:
3) House, MD
Ok, I'll admit it, I love this show. It's hilarious. But ever since it went on air, it seems like every physician on Earth has started to believe that it's ok to act like an asshole in an effort to pad their internal cult of personality. Remember when the kids back in the 90s started wearing their pants backwards because of those two rapping-kids-band-thing Kris-Kros? It's the same deal.
Ok, I'm done.
posted by --==-- | 10:45 PM
1 Comments:
This post had me laughing so hard I was crying at work. Truly some of the most entertaining stuff I've read in ages (of course, I was reading about "Green Sex" earlier, so I'm not sure how much of a compliment that is!).
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