Talk Money


Don't say...insurance claims.

I have just thrown a tantrum.

A small - silent one.
He probably didn't even notice. That's a relief now that I've calmed down.

You see, this particular personage asked me to come over on the way home from work and I do so at the appointed hour in good spirits.
I am then handed WITHOUT WARNING an array of tax and insurance literature to read so that then I will be better able to complete his insurance claim form. THEN HE LEAVES. Help - come back. Don't walk away ! Tell me what to do !

Doesn't he know that I cannot fill in forms ? Does he know that I have very little ability to focus on money matters ? Doesn't he know and can't he see my patience exploding ?

I can't read and decipher his particular insurance policy. I thought I'd be moving furniture or packing picture frames....but instead I have to think, focus and process complex money matters !
So I come home and tell Leesy what's just happened and she's laughing and tisking all at once. Thing is - I react the same way every time she wants to talk money.

1 Response to "Talk Money"

  1. J Says:

    oh I hate dealing with insurnace things =- they always try to be nice but it always makes you feel just a little bit yuk - for having dealt with them. have fun