You know how on all those insurance commercials, there's some kindly chap standing in the wings after a tornado, fire or other disaster with a blanket in hand (and sometimes even a teddy bear or a thermos full of hot chocolate) waiting patiently for the chance to bring a little ray of sunshine into the lives of the traumatized?
Yeah..well, that's a big fat load of crap. Not that I'd really want some stranger forcibly shrouding me in a blanket after having just been robbed, but a little decency would be nice, or hows about just a sprinkle of tact or a pinch of flexibility in my cup of hot chocolate?
Dude (whose name has been changed to protect his privacy even though I feel like screaming "Mr. Smartyman from Safeco blows a big one" from the rooftops) is supposed to come by the house this week and photograph the point of entry (also known as the bedroom window), along with things like the place where the stereo used to reside, the empty laptop case laying on the floor, and the severed electrical cords hanging forlornly in every corner of every room. He must take and submit said photographs before we can move forward with our insurance claim, so time is, as they say, of the essence.
Presumably, these photos of empty, dusty spaces are meant to ensure the money-holders of the fact that at some point in time there was indeed a penny jar atop the dresser, a copy of MarioKart next to the TV, etc.
Anywho, Dude is what most people might refer to as a DICKHEAD. He is totally unwilling, although completely able, to come by our house outside of regular business hours, and scoffed when I suggested he stop by either really early in the morning or sometime in the evening after 5. When I told him that the H and I both work at least 30 minutes from the house, that we'd both taken an unpaid day of leave last week to clean up the crime scene and were thus tapped out on time off, that it would be great for him to at least try to accommodate our schedules, seeing as how we
are the clients and he
is the service provider,etc... he said, "You know, there's really gotta be some give n take here." I can only surmise that by this declaration, he meant to say "You know, you really gotta give, so I can take take take."
I do believe Dude was intended to be a cable guy. Then he could just throw some ridiculous span of time out there...say, "sometime between 7am and 9:25am or between 3:45pm and 7:17pm on either this Tuesday or the Friday after next"...and show up if and when he pleased. But alas, he is no cable guy and I have resigned myself to the fact that I must give of my time this afternoon so that he may take it away.
So, I'm taking off work early today, during one of my busiest times of year, to go be blessed by Dude's presence and thank him so much for going above and beyond the call of duty to assist his clients.
And then I'm going to fill out the clusterfuck of paperwork the insurance folk want, and you better believe I'm billing them for:
-1 soft, woolen blanket
-1 steaming cup of hot chocolate, and
-1 friendly smile from a kindly agent who really truly cares