I thought I was having a good day today. It started with oversleeping by more than half an hour this morning, but really, on balance that's a good thing. When I need rest so badly that I sleep through the alarm, I'm healing myself the natural way. Then during the day I crossed some things off my to-do list (meaning that I actually did them, not that I just crossed them off, give me a break here). I even reconciled the bank statement on about the third try.
This afternoon I saw or talked to (or both) several people who matter to me, and that's always a good thing. Someone said something nice about me, and I never get used to that. It was all going so swimmingly, until after six o'clock. After the long weekend supposedly had begun.
Where I fall short — and this is a failing I freely admit — is going outside these four walls to get answers. I'm not good at making phone calls, especially when I'm not exactly sure what questions to ask, or of whom to ask them. I'm very good indeed at getting around making phone calls whenever possible. It's kind of squeaky, the way I'll dive deeply into old files to find something that one call would give me, but that's how I work best. The Boss knows this and works around it with me. Tim doesn't care.
And of course it was Tim who called at six tonight, at the start of a three-day weekend, because apparently the health insurance situation still isn't resolved. Our new employee filled out an application a month ago, and today he got it back. The insurance company said that he'd filled out the wrong form. They sent back the wrong form he filled out. They didn't send him the right form, the one they want him to fill out.
So first thing Tuesday morning I have to call the insurance company. I'm not sure what will come of it all, if we'll lose another employee or if I'll even be able to reach anyone who can tell me what's going on. I just know I have to make the call, because I don't want it to be any more my fault than it already is.
Urf. I hate this. I'll be obsessing about it from now until Tuesday, but I don't see any way out — unless I can find the answer somewhere else over the weekend. That's why I'll probably spend the next three days looking through all my insurance files, and noodling about online searching through the company's website. Anything to avoid making that call.