September 7, 2003
Mirror, Mirror
Had I crossed into a parallel universe?
The first bizarre experience was when I called Blue Cross to cancel my individual health coverage. While contracting, I had been paying for the absolute cheapest health care package I could -- the kind of package that basically only covers catastrophic events. Blue Cross has some fancy name and number for this package, but they should really call it the "Be a good son and pay us some money so that you won't bankrupt your parents should (God forbid) you come down with a horrible degenerative disease" package.
Anywaaay, I called Blue Cross, got through right away (whoa!) and asked to cancel my policy. The lady told me that A) I had to fax in that request, and B) the billing date had passed for the month, and so I was still on the hook for one more month's payment. Bummer. I thanked her and hung up, annoyed with myself for waiting too many days. Then two minutes later, the phone rings. "Hello, sir?" Although I had given up, she had gone to the effort to ask her supervisor about this. It turned out that if I faxed in the request that day, it would arrive in time to cancel for the month. Woo! Yay Blue Cross customer service department!
The second bizarre experience was when I called the IRS with some questions about whether I needed to pay estimated tax for some contract work earlier this year. To my amazement, I got through right away (again, whoa!) and ended up speaking with an IRS customer service rep for about 20 minutes. We went through some options, crunched some numbers,1 and in the end I knew exactly how to proceed. I guess there's something to be said for calling the IRS in September rather than April, but still -- yay IRS customer service department!
At this point I was becoming convinced that I had stepped into some sort of parallel universe where everything is turned upside down. Could Evil be Good? Could Good be Evil? Could violating a business contract have actual consequences in the real world?2 But then on Friday night I met up with Pat, Sam, and Mike in downtown Campbell, and none of them were wearing evil parallel-universe goatees. Whew. For a second there, I was getting worried.
1. I realize I'm a little quirky in that I actually like crunching numbers.

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