I bought some more time today with a simple phone call. The insurance auditor phoned twice while I was gone. Hers were the only messages on my machine when I got back from vacation. She called at 4:30 the day I left, and again at 6:30 Saturday morning. 6:30 Saturday morning! I had to replay the message, just to convince myself that an auditor from the insurance company had dialed my number at 6:30 on Saturday morning. I'm still not sure I believe it (but machines don't lie, of course).
Since nobody was supposed to know I would be back before today, I waited until this morning to phone her back. I left a message on her voice mail, pleading for more time. Usually I like to cooperate with auditors, especially the ones who have the brazen effrontery to make a phone call at— what time again? Right. But I had all kinds of built-in excuses, not the least of which is that I just got back from vacation.
Apparently she bought it, because she called back late this afternoon and confirmed that she'd happily reschedule the appointment for the following week. Well, no. She didn't say anything about being happy, and she didn't play along with my jolly banter. I don't think you have to be humorless to be an auditor, but maybe it helps.
So I bought more time, but I'm sure something will come along to fill it up to overflowing. I don't mind being audited, because I have nothing to hide. I just hate to have to get all my records up to date and print out the payroll reports and cash receipts schedules that I usually just keep in the computer.
And I do sort of resent the insurance company itself, for sending us an auditor to try to bleed more money out of us after soaking us for the overpriced premium. We pay our bills on time and never have a claim. You'd think they'd be happy with that and leave us alone, if they were capable of being happy.