I think I can stop saying that I'm still getting settled. People are starting to look at me funny when I say that I've been here 7 months. But - I'm still getting settled. That was the last time. Or the penultimate or maybe the before-the-penultimate (I don't know what that's called) time.
I enrolled my daughter in preschool last September. She loves it. For the whole three hours she is in school. And that schedule will be the same for kindergarten. I guess that's to encourage people to keep the kids in daycare. Or at home, what do they care? Lighten up the government expenses. I don't know. I see conspiracies everywhere around here. I haven't enrolled her in kindergarten just yet because of the slight panic attack feelings I get. I just know it's going to be a big to-do. I like things simple, and this whole school process is anything but. Paperwork and appointments and meetings and paperwork and headaches. If I could pay someone, let's say, $500 to take care of the enrollment for me, I'd do it. I don't have the money, but I've got spare kidneys and liver lobes.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Monday, August 31, 2009
Step 4
After 3 weeks of calling and calling and calling about my daughter's Medi-Cal, someone contacts me. Approved! A full month after my son's insurance was approved.
The Medi-Cal supervisor was the person who called. No word from the case worker. He (the supervisor)was amazingly rude. Kept referring to me as "dear." Yeah. I asked why it took three weeks for someone to call me back. I don't know, dear, but - hey, look at the shiny! He sounded like the sort of person who goes through special training to learn to be that level of unhelpful. The kind of person whose incompetence is a daily goal. And, unfortunately, a person whose job is secured for life.
I guess no one will be answering for the way I've been treated. They are already starting to not matter to me, though. I guess it can't be helped because I can't imagine that so many people would put up with what I went though. I just know that others have complained.
Although, I think I will try one last time getting answers with a couple of well-worded letters (Three down, one to go--totally not worth all this).
The Medi-Cal supervisor was the person who called. No word from the case worker. He (the supervisor)was amazingly rude. Kept referring to me as "dear." Yeah. I asked why it took three weeks for someone to call me back. I don't know, dear, but - hey, look at the shiny! He sounded like the sort of person who goes through special training to learn to be that level of unhelpful. The kind of person whose incompetence is a daily goal. And, unfortunately, a person whose job is secured for life.
I guess no one will be answering for the way I've been treated. They are already starting to not matter to me, though. I guess it can't be helped because I can't imagine that so many people would put up with what I went though. I just know that others have complained.
Although, I think I will try one last time getting answers with a couple of well-worded letters (Three down, one to go--totally not worth all this).
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