Posts Tagged ‘soapbox’

Faded Glory

Wednesday, November 9th, 2011

This morning, as I was picking out an outfit for Drew to wear, I paused before his Penn State t-shirt. Any other day, I would have put it on him with pride, hoping someone might stop us at some point in the day to ask about our connection to Penn State, to tell us their cousin or brother or niece went there. We could talk about what a great, magical place it is. I’d reminisce about how much I missed it, half-joke about how if I could, I’d go back tomorrow. Today, I left the shirt in the drawer, fearing awkward glances from strangers at the grocery store or park. The sad irony of a little boy in Penn State gear this week, amidst all the mania, was too much to think about.

“And you want your son to go to Penn State?” Mike asked me the other night as we talked about the news that had just broke.

“Of course I do,” I said (that is, if he wants to, one day). “Scandals and terrible things can happen anywhere. You never know where it’ll come from.”

And that’s the scary thing, isn’t it? No one and no place is immune from terrible things. You can put your trust in a person or place you believe is most trust-worthy, and you’re still taking a leap of faith. We do what we can to minimize the chances of horrible things happening and we fill the spaces in between with the faith that good people, who far outnumber the bad, will rise to the occasion when needed.

In the Penn State story, it seems many good people had the chance to rise to the occasion. The reasons why they didn’t are surely varied and complex and ultimately not important. We all share in our outrage on behalf of the young men whose innocence was stolen from them by one man. And maybe, selfishly, what’s really rattling us is that our own faith was stolen from us by so many men.

Soapbox

Monday, December 20th, 2010

I recently saw a Facebook posting in which a teacher, complaining about report card time, commented “It’s hard to believe that these kids actually get more f-ing stupid with each passing year!” That comment has sat with me since, leaving a growing bad taste in my mouth. I’ve tried to figure out what’s bothering me so much about it. Is it the use of such crude language to describe children? Is it the feeling that this teacher has such disdain for her students? The realization that my naïve childhood belief that all teachers love their students was just that–naive? Or is it just because I’m a parent now that I’m hypersensitive to negative comments about kids?

I’ve gone back and forth over whether or not I’m overreacting. The commenter was joking amongst friends, bitching about their job as so many of us do. I completely understand the need to bitch and moan about work; I think we can all agree it’s sort of a pastime. Isn’t that how we find common ground with other colleagues, fill the awkward elevator silence? And teachers, to be sure, have a more stressful job than most. They are with our snotty, often misbehaved children day in and day out. I find spending a day with one child mildly exhausting. With 20 or 30? Yeah, I can imagine that there would be much to complain about.

As much as I can understand where the sentiment might come from, I’m of the firm belief that job griping should be done out of the public sphere. Sure, the commenter posted to her friends. But it’s Facebook. Anything you say is not necessarily limited to just your friends. Friends of friends of friends can often see your posts, your pictures, your videos. You really never know. And what if one of those friends of friends of friends is a parent of one of that teacher’s students? What if you were one of those parents? Would you feel good about sending your kid to that teacher for the rest of the year? Would you feel confident that he/she was doing all they could do to help your child learn, and not just throwing their metaphorical hands up in disgust?

I’ve had a blog for several years and I’ve always been extra careful not to complain about work issues or even mention where I worked. You just never know who’s reading and what repercussions may come from something you thought you were just getting off your chest. And I’m sorry, but teachers in particular should be held to this standard more so than others. If for nothing else than to help maintain the illusion that the people we send—and entrust—our children to for the better part of their waking hours really do care for them and want to help them grow. Everyone’s entitled to gripe about work, that I firmly believe. But the place for it is not the Internet. Try your car, your living room, or the bar. And if you’re really that miserable about your job? Maybe it’s time to find a new one.

Teachers, I’d love to hear what you think…

Healthcare

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

So, healthcare. Oh no, are you yelling and screaming at the monitor already? All I said was ‘HEALTHCARE.’ I know, I know, it’s a touchy subject. I won’t wax on with my opinions about the healthcare bill because I really don’t know what the hell ended up in it after all was said and done anyway. Do you? No judgments on your character, but chances are good you don’t. I don’t think many of us do, let’s be honest. There were ‘town hall’ debates that essentially involved a lot of yelling and screaming and horrible homemade poster board signs designed to attract the media’s attention, there were left wing/right wing crazies, there were a lot of old white men in suits in Washington jabbering and sneering, and then there was a bill: signed. Cool. I guess?

I want to share with you my little healthcare story. I know we all have one. There are likely a few hundred million of them out there across the land, and I would wager that very few are positive. It will never be fixed, I get that, but maybe if the small problems were addressed, we could all take a big CHILLAX pill and not freak out when anybody utters the ‘H’ word.

Here goes. I signed up for a Flexible Spending Account (FSA) at the end of last year. If you don’t already know, (and I’m sure you do, you’re all so smart!), an FSA allows you to deduct pre-tax dollars from your paycheck to pay for eligible medical expenses. I think we can all agree that that’s a good idea. At the time, with a baby on the way, I figured that an FSA was a Super Good Idea. I knew I’d be spending a lot of time and money at the pediatrician’s office and God knows where else in baby’s first year of life.

Fast forward a few months. I’ve used my FSA credit card approximately four times. I have now received two letters from my FSA benefits provider. One states that a claim I previously submitted has been denied and another is requiring me to submit a receipt to verify that a charge was eligible.

…we have not been able to verify that the purchases were for eligible medical expenses,” the letter states. Hmm, I think. Maybe I used the card at a CVS? I scan down the letter. Under “Provider” it lists “Post Road Pediatrics.” Post Road PEDIATRICS. Can you think of anything one might purchase at a pediatrician’s office that might NOT be eligible? It’s not like they sell M&Ms or Glamour magazines there. I didn’t pick up a new fun and flirty skirt for summer while my son was getting his DPT, polio, measles mumps or wha-bella vaccines.

I get on the horn, prepared to give these FSA people a piece of my mind, and immediately realize this won’t be possible. My customer care associate speaks awful English and has a hard enough time taking down my contact info. I don’t think he’d be able to process a soapbox rant from me. I change tactics, opt to speak slowly and ask politely how it’s possible that a pediatric claim be considered questionable. He explains that the benefits provider maintains a list of doctors’ offices and if your doctor is not on the list for whatever reason, the charge comes up in their system as generic and automatically requires more detailed proof.

Here’s my question: whether or not Post Road Pediatrics is on the list, at what point does human logic come into the equation? Is there no one anywhere on this chain who can peer down at an electronic charge and see that it originates from a provider with the word ‘Pediatrics’ in the name? But, I understand my question is futile in a highly processed digital era, so I ask my guy how I can proceed moving forward. Can I get my pediatrician’s office added to the list?

I am informed that an entirely separate department manages this list. His group has no power or authority to add offices or even request that one be added. I’m not surprised. For all I know, those decisions are made in another country. After much back and forth, I am finally given instructions for my specific situation, ones that require me to provide receipts from a past visit in order to prove eligibility and to write a letter to the provider stating that the pediatrician is a recurring visit so that I will not have to ‘prove’ future claims’ eligibility.

It’s absurd and ridiculous and petty what you have to go through to take advantage of such a good idea. Doesn’t it seem as though every time American healthcare gets their hands on something good—something seemingly simple—they find a way to make a mess of it, to throw a steaming pile of beauraucratic shit on what was once an unsoiled, novel idea? My problem is a small one, to be sure; but if we can’t get the little things right, what hope do we have for the big ones?