Having my morning cup of joe, enjoying the post rain from yesterday and I see a "ding" on my phone. Oh neat! The pet insurance claim has went though. We get money back for cat Baci's two reiki sessions and one from having her ears cleaned.
All I have to do is "accept money." That's easy. Click. Accepted.
Oh shucks now I have to log in to the other account where they send the money and then you send to your bank, after a cartwheel and a few hoop jumps. No problem, until you forget password because the last time you had to change it (for this vary reason), you wrote it on the back of a lotto ticket.
I do the digital calisthenics. I'm now on the questions about your favorite pet and which car you took to your first drive-in. I pass all of the questions to identify myself. I also show my receipt proving that the computer is mine and where I bought it in Simi Valley.
My blood pressure is going up and now I'm thinking choice words of frustration. I've read the password requirements three times. I'm following the rules. One uppercase...etc.
I'm feeling doomed at the moment. I just want to see the funds from our good quality medical care in my checking account. I want to relish the feeling of thinking that the insurance is worth it.
This is not a new subject for anybody, but to get through this I must write. I'm good with numbers and funky passwords. I even remember them without writing them down, mostly. I've now spend 40 minutes cumulative trying to create a new one (again). I've followed the rules! invalid password. Ugh!!
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