I wanted so badly to write my notation as "CLAIM DENIED BECAUSE PT TERMINATED CARD LIKE SARAH CONNOR", but I didn't.

Any rate, the highlight of my day was a pharmacy call, where they were inquiring about why a claim got denied. When I pulled up the account, the owner had terminated it because he was mad about being shuffled into another program.

Anyway, around 3, I get informed by the floor manager that they approved 2 more slots, so I'm back in. Which I was sort of holding my breath on until I got a bunch of emails about my new email address and access codes.

and would not be moved at this time. I'm all like ok, once those 7 are gone, I'm Valedictorian bitches! (I mean, yeah, I was bummed, but frankly I hadn't quite let the offer sink in yet, either.)

who wanted me to move to the permanent team doing Prior Authorizations for medications.I'm all like, yes please, just try to get me off by 6PM. 45 minutes later, I get called back, where he tells me they only have 7 slots, and out of 115 people on my team, I'm ranked 8th,

I was doing copay assistance via McKesson/CoverMyMeds for Sanofi, specializing in Dupixent, Kevzara, and the insulin franchises (Toujeo, Lantus, etc.) Yesterday, got told to go into "Training" to go talk to the Floor Supervisor,

is at the Asylum with my main character trying to find the grave digger who may know what happened to the missing corpse of the Astronomy prof who set this whole thing off.

And frankly, it annoys me to no end that most of this started manifesting in adulthood, or maybe I just got worse at masking as I aged, or any other number of things. Hell, I thought I was normal. What the hell do I know?