Falling Together
A couple of weeks ago, my windshield cracked. That sucked. What ensued was an exercise in maintaining serenity while not being a doormat. In nutshell, my insurance company was almost less than helpful. I wound up doing an end-run and used a glass company not in their "preferred provider" list that cut me some slack, reducing my cost to $150. (Great customer service, too! See my rave review on them.)
In light of the less that adequate service of my current insurance provider, I inquired of a co-worker about for a recommendation. MP called them and we are scheduled to meet with them on Tuesday to finalize the paperwork. We're moving all our insurance (except health) to them and saving over $1200 a year while increasing our coverage and reducing/eliminating deductibles.
While going through the windshield replacement, I was not a happy camper. Lies, misdirection, incompetence and apathy were thrown at me left and right. I did pretty well through the whole thing, but I must admit there were times in it where I wasn't acting sober. (A friend asked me yesterday if I was sober. "Yes." Then he asked if I was acting sober. "Most of the time..." - Two questions a sponsor used to ask him. He always answered similarly and appreciated my truthfulness.)
Thankfully, I (and those involved) made it through all this. Had it not gone the way it did, we would not have checked into another insurance provider. What seemed to be things falling apart was again things falling together.
In light of the less that adequate service of my current insurance provider, I inquired of a co-worker about for a recommendation. MP called them and we are scheduled to meet with them on Tuesday to finalize the paperwork. We're moving all our insurance (except health) to them and saving over $1200 a year while increasing our coverage and reducing/eliminating deductibles.
While going through the windshield replacement, I was not a happy camper. Lies, misdirection, incompetence and apathy were thrown at me left and right. I did pretty well through the whole thing, but I must admit there were times in it where I wasn't acting sober. (A friend asked me yesterday if I was sober. "Yes." Then he asked if I was acting sober. "Most of the time..." - Two questions a sponsor used to ask him. He always answered similarly and appreciated my truthfulness.)
Thankfully, I (and those involved) made it through all this. Had it not gone the way it did, we would not have checked into another insurance provider. What seemed to be things falling apart was again things falling together.
