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Archive for March, 2008

Ah …. Mickey Mouse

We love MickeyAh, Mickey. Ich krieg immer noch so ein schoenes Disney gefuehl im Magen, wenn ich mir die Fotos anschaue. Die von Disney wissen schon, wie man Urlaub machen soll…..

Ich sag zwar immer, wir gehen wegen der Jungs nach Disney, aber in Wirklichkeit haben Jerry und ich auch schon immer die totale Vorfreude. Wenn wir dann da sind, kriegt Jerry zwar oefters mal den ‘das ist mir alles zuviel’ Anfall, aber mir kann es nie zuviel Disney sein. …. aber nach einer Woche hat man erst mal wieder genug.

Change is …. good?

So what do you do when your employer calls you into a meeting and tells you the job you have been doing for the last 6 years will have a totally different scope in a couple of months?

I don’t know. Never thought about it. ….. will have to start thinking about though it since that is exactly what happened to me just yesterday.

I am a project manager for a non-profit providing housing for low income seniors. I manage three properties, about 150 units, financial stuff, facilities stuff, social stuff, and am there to just chat. I love what I do. It is a job that, while underpaid, pays back by giving me the feeling I make a difference in a person’s live. Many times, I am the only person these seniors see on a regular basis. Heck, sometimes I am the only person they see at all. My properties and the rent subsidies we provide are the only way they can afford to live in their own independent world, have an apartment door to close behind them and a key to lock it.

And while my main function is to make sure that all of my properties are in compliance with the myriad of rules put upon us by State and Federal government,  the most rewarding part is when I receive a thank you card from one of ‘my’seniors because I remembered their birthday. Or someone will stop by with candy to give to my boys.

But I also love the regulartory part of my job. Auditing files, certifying residents to be eligible for federal aid, generating budgets, managing spending, dealing with HUD, etc. etc. That is a part of my job that, though sometimes agitating due to red tape and bureoucracy, I love and, don’t mind saying, am really really good at.

And now, all of a sudden, they want to take that part of my job away. Corporate decided, to keep up with the competition, we need to turn into a service provider, case managers. Centralize all of the regulatory and financial aspects of my job and turn me into a social worker. Take our mission of providing housing and make it play second fiddle to providing case management and social services.

When we met yesterday and heard the news, my colleagues and I (there are 8 of us) were stunned. Not sure what to say. We all see the need for more on site care for our residents. Medicaid and HUD cuts courtesy of the Bush government have made “aging in place” the norm and often times only option for our low income seniors. Residents on Medicaid who used to be guaranteed a nursing home bed if the need arises are now told to stay put and arrange for care at home. 

But, while that is certainly the perferable route from a social and touchy feely aspect, it is like telling a 1st grader to write a thesis on Moby Dick. Impossible.

Let me back up a bit. When the government last year implemented the change in Medicaid administration they thought, to save money, we will tell seniors that THEY are in charge of their care, they can chose (Hence the Choices for Care motto …..hahaha) whether they want to go to a nursing home or assisted living to receive care when they need it OR whether they want to stay in their homes and get the care there. Well, who would chose option 1? I wouldn’t. But, the dear government failed to tell seniors that when they meant ‘you are in charge of your choices’ they also mean ‘ you have to figure out how to get that care ….” 

How does my 85 year old resident with early onset dementia navigate through the jungle of available options? Who makes sure she gets groceries, has her medication refilled, checks in on her housekeeping and personal hygiene?? How does she know where to call to get qualified for nurse visits??? The Agencies on Aging and Visiting Nurse Associations are supposed to ‘case manage’ and help with that. They have the State mandate for that. But they are so understaffed, they have a 100 to 1 client/staff ratio.

So now my company thinks, we need to turn into case managers even though, by State law, we are not allowed to. And, to bring it down to my level, I am supposed to turn from a Project Manager into a Case Manager. My responsibilities go from making sure the bills are paid and the budget is balanced to Mrs. Smith pills are refilled and someone gives her a bath once a week.

Don’t get me wrong. Someone has to. I am frustrated on a daily basis when I see how little help my seniors have. I often do their laundry, get groceries, change their lightbulbs, call the phone company because they don’t understand the bill, wade through the piles of junk mail that say “send me $100 and you will win a a prize!!!!” But I do it because I can, because I volunteer. I am not QUALIFIED to take it on as a full time job. And neither are my colleagues. We are, when it comes down to it, paper pushers. Regulatory geniuses. Account balancers. NOT social workers.

So, our dilemma is, what to do? Do you say, as a group “sorry, that won’t work for us?” And risk being told “well, then we will find someone else”. Would they say that to their entire staff all at once? I don’t know.

And the other dilemma is, am I just afraid of change? Is this the chance I have been waiting for to make a change in my career? Would the social work field be something I could be good at?

Argh, I just don’t know. Right now, all I know is, I understand my seniors much better. How often do I come to them with a new brilliant idea and they are skeptical, unwilling to try it. Afraid of change.

And what do I usually tell them? Change is good, people! Try something new.

Take that, know-it-all. Crow tastes disgusting. 

Bilder, anyone?

The BoysThe Boys Ok, nicht so einfach ein Foto hochzuladen …. muss mir das noch mal in der Hilfe section nachlesen … aber zumindest mal ein Anfang …

Vermont … the Foxworthy way

After pontificating about the State of PermaWinter in Vermont just now, I remembered a funny email I received from one of my co-workers a while back. I am usually not into those chain mail, everybody laugh haha jokes, but this one, I admit, almost made me pee my pants …

Even though I am not a ‘TRUE’ Vermonter (that is a WHOLE other blog …..) I could check off almost every single one of the below qualifying marks :-> 

If your local Dairy Queen is closed from September through May, you live in Vermont . Check

If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance and they don’t work there, you live in Vermont . Check

If you’ve worn shorts and a parka at the same time, you live in Vermont . … not yet

If you’ve had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you live in Vermont . … since my cell phone number is only one digit off the local crafts council number, this one is a Check, Check, Check

If you measure distance in hours, you live in Vermont . Check

If you know several people who have hit a deer more than once, you live in Vermont. Alright, have to pass on that one …

If you have switched from “heat” to “A/C” in the same day and back again, you live in Vermont . Check

If you can drive 75 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching, you live in Vermont . Check (one of the things I DEFINITELY learned by living here ….)

If you install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both unlocked, you live in Vermont . Check (note: I also leave my car unlocked with the keys in it …. it’s in the garage though, and that has security lights …. )


If you carry jumpers in your car and you know how to use them, you live in Vermont . Check

If you design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit, you live in Vermont . Check … wait, that is not how it works in the rest of the country?????

If the speed limit on the highway is 55 mph — you’re going 80 and everybody is passing you, you live in Vermont . Check … though most of the people passing have Quebec license plates

If driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow, you live in Vermont . Check … sadly, that applies most certainly to my own driveway …

If you know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, mud season and road construction season, you live in Vermont . Check …ah. mud season, as sure a sign of spring coming as the cherry blossoms in DC ….

If you have more miles on your snow blower than your car, you live in Vermont . Sort of check … we ditched the snow blower and went with a full blown dedicated plow vehicle … in addition to the bobcat …


If you find 10 degrees “a little chilly”, you live in Vermont . 10 degrees a little chilly, please, that is reason to leave the house without a coat ….


If you actually understand these jokes, you must live in Vermont .. Yikes …..

early spring? not in Vermont

First day of spring! Ah! Time to pack away the winter gear, start thinking about gardening, enjoy the warmer weather …. PSYCH! Not in Vermont my friends. In Vermont, we are under a Winter Storm Warning with snow accumulation of 4 to 8 inches expected by tomorrow.

I admit, this is nothing unusual for Vermont. We have had snow as late as late April. In fact, the year that my oldest son Noah was born on April 14th, we had almost three feet of snow in the backyard when I went into the hospital. Mind you, while there we had a major melt and three days later most of it was gone. But still. Nothing unusual, nothing new, nothing changed.

What makes me go “Huh???” though is the article in our local newspaper this morning headlined “Earlier spring a sure sign of global warming, studies say.” Don’t get me wrong, I am not debating the facts or message of the article. I strongly believe that global warming is a serious issue and agree that we all need to rethink how we treat Mother Earth or our kids and grandkids will pay the price. I am just thinking that the timing on this article is a wee bit off …. considering the local market and weather forecast.

The article talks about the cherry blossoms in DC primed to bloom, butterflies showing up in CA, seasonal allergies already on the rise in PA. Yet, here in Vermont, we had one of the snowiest winters on record. SO, maybe, just maybe, the local newspaper editor wants to rethink the timing of the article. Because if other people react the way I did when reading the headline, with a resounding “yeah, right”, it might not have the desired impact.

On a sidenote, I did see the first Robin of the year land in the crabapple bush in front of my office window early last week. Now THAT is early. He seemed a bit forlorn and the pair of cardinals, who live in that bush all winter long looked at him with what even in the bird world must be known as the ‘Dude, what are you smoking??’ look. It was too funny.

Anyways, gotta go. Gotta tell my plow contractor to get his %$#& in gear so my old folks (I manage several senior living facilities) can get out of the house safely.

Cheerio.

Willkommen an meine deutschen Freunde!

Ah, der Spellchecker wird sicher verrueckt werden, wenn er sich dieses Blog ansieht. ‘Verrueckt’ ist nun mal kein Wort, das man als Englisch ansehen koennte … ich kann schon die Gehirnstraenge gluehen sehen “Verrueckt” …..ahhh …. does not compute …

Jedenfalls, mein lieber Mann meinte, ich muesste mich in die Welt des Blogs begeben, denn das sei ja nun mal hip und cool …. und wer will schon nicht hip und cool sein. Das Problem ist, ich weiss nicht, worueber ich denn nun bloggen soll. Und nichts ist trauriger anzuschauen, als eine total leere weisse Computerseite.

Ich hatte ja immer mal mit dem Gedanken gespielt, eine Webseite zu gestalten, auf der ich schnell und bequem Fotos etc. mit meinen Leuten in Deutschland teilen kann. Wenn ich versuche, meine neusten fotografischen Werke via email an meinen lieben Bruder zu schicken, kriege ich immer die “attachment to larg” email zurueck. Und natuerlich dauert es auch noch ewig, bis die email erst mal loszieht.

Da ist das mit dem Blog hoffentlich einfacher … kann man ja einfach mal so hochladen … hoffe ich jedenfalls, dass das ‘einfach mal’ so geht ….

Hach, jetzt fuehle ich mich doch schon etwas besser … endlich keine weisse Seite mehr. Es gibts ja nichts schlimmers, als wenn dieBlogosphere glaubt, du haettest nichts zu sagen.

Na dann, bis bald.

PS : Ich rede ja so ein bischen mit mir selbst hier, denn im Moment weiss ja noch niemand, dass ich ueberhaupt ein Blog habe … hmmm … manche Leute gehen welcher solcher Problemen zum Psychater …. ich komme mir schon was komisch vor.

Sabine, hoer auf mit dir selber zu reden.

Was?

Hoer auf, mit dir selber zu reden!!

HUH??? usw.usw. 

First Post … getting over feeling weird when talking to myself

Ok, hm, well. Awkward silence.

Feeling a little weird writing this. Sort of like talking to yourself. Not something one aspires to do, really. Talking to one self.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have no problem talking to someone else. In fact, I think, talking is one of the things I do best. Not contents wise …. quantity wise. I love to talk, chat, discuss, debate. Anything, anytime, anywhere. Of course, sadly, I am married to the king of non-communication, so maybe talking to myself should be one of my options.

Feels weird though. I mean, the whole idea of talking is because you want to be heard, want to get feedback, want to share your opinion, feelings, point of view. And a large part of that, to me, is actually seeing the person you are looking to for that response. Seeing their facial expression, body language, tone of voice. That is one of the reasons why I never got into hourlong phone conversations either. No tangible responses. I mean, for all I know, the person on the other end is balancing their checkbook with the receiver propped between shoulder and ear while I am pouring out my heart and am thinking I actually have their undivided attention.

Hmm.

Anyways, it seems joining the bloggers is inevitable though. You have to keep up with the Joneses … and the Joneses blog. So, forget about being weird, concentrate on being in.

Still, I have to be honest, I am actually reading out loud while I am typing, just so it seems that I am actually in a conversation. Call me weird. No wait, call me cool.

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