It is now thursday morning, March 3rd.

For those of you playing our home game, this means that I should have A) insurance coverage as promised by the jackoff company my last employer utilizes for COBRA and B)heard about the job I've been interviewing for for the last month.

By the title of this missive, you smart readers have likely guessed what's really going on.

I sit here on the phone with said J.O.C. (scratch that-on hold listening to crappy lite rock music and getting more and more annoyed). I know that they received my ridiculously inflated payment on time (because that part is automated)and it hit my bank several days ago.

Oh good...now I find out that I slipped through the cracks and they have to do an "urgent update" to my insurance companies. Which puts my actual insurance company being able to process my claims to next week. Which means lots more phone calls from all the doctors that I've seen over the last 2 months asking if I really do have insurance on account of the fact that the claims keep being rejected.

And on the job front, the call I was supposed to receive last "thursday or friday before we all leave for New Orleans; worse case on monday or tuesday while there" actually came through SUNDAY NIGHT. Now, due to all the insurance problems we've been having with an oral surgeon E- saw over a year ago (and this is a whole other annoyance rant, believe me), when an "UNKNOWN CALLER" shows up on my caller ID on a sunday night, I don't answer it. Much to my suprise, it's my hopefully new employer apologing for calling on sunday evening but there are things to talk about with me.

But me being me (and I'm also blaming hormones) and reacting oh so well to sudden situations, I didn't pick up the phone when I heard her voice. I stood there, looking at my answering machine, trying to figure out what to say for why I hadn't answered the phone in the first place. So I froze, didn't pick up and my husband just stared at me in utter disbelief.

When I didn't hear on monday, I called said HR Director's voice mail and left my cell phone number so that even if I wasn't home (and possibly freezing), she chould still reach me.

But no phone call, alas.

I know I should call them at this point but I'm still all worked up about this stupid insurance thing. Which is also part of another problem. I get so into a paticular state of mind and I can't stop it. Prior to pregnancy, if I was upset about a particular situation, I knew what I could do to stop the upset. But no more. The last time something came up and I took the normal measures of sorting through paperwork, getting all the facts and what not, I found myself getting angrier and angrier. And this isn't just my imagination. My mother happened to call about an hour or so later and couldn't believe the anger in my voice. She said later that she couldn't even remember the last time I was that angry.

Neither could I, for that matter. But as I was reading in a pregnancy book yesterday...well, crap. This now leads us to the second pregnancy problem - I forget what the hell I was saying in the middle of a sentence. It's been fun. I have no idea what I was leading up to.

*sigh*

But, I do feel better. So those of you who have stayed with me this far, thank you. And hopefully, my next post will be filled with happiness and sunshine.

Yeah...happiness and sunshine...mmmmmmm