I believe there are two types of people in the world. There are good luck people and bad luck people. Good luck people walk around with an aura of bright colors surrounding them and a spring in their step. Visual Cinderella, the birds, mice and butterflies. Now that girl had good luck. She got the prince, the fairy godmother and the glass slipper. And…she lived Happily Ever After!
Bad luck people are the ones who walk around with catcher’s mitts on both hands who are constantly in reaction mode for the next big problem to come crashing down around them…or even on them. I have decided I am definitely a bad luck person. Simply put. What can go wrong will go wrong. Or so it seems. Lately.
As a 40+ year old person (hmm), I spent time during my childhood watching one of television’s rather unique shows, even though it pains me to admit. The television show was Hee Haw and featured country music and rather unique humor. I mention Hee Haw since there was a popular song from the show that popped in my head during the past few weeks and it has been playing over and over — I am sharing the chorus.Gloom, despair, and agony on me Deep, dark depression, excessive misery If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all Gloom, despair, and agony on me
I am usually a glass half full type of person. Honest. And, for those of you who read the blog on a regular basis, know I rely on my faith, family and friends to help me through difficult times. However, this past month has been rough. It seems my medical problems take a step forward and then all of sudden something else will occur and a step forward is nothing compared to the four or five steps I am thrown back. To spare you too many details, but to be honest and open as I promised when I began this blog, I am simply tired of being sick, undergoing numerous medical procedures, going to physical therapy and seeing doctor after doctor after doctor. And, I have had enough of the nonsense that seems to follow those on disability!
I recently received a letter from Social Security indicating I was overpaid and they would be withholding payment for the next four months. There was no forewarning or reason given. Just a form letter letting me know I would not be getting the check I was due each month for the next four months even though I was legally determined disabled by the United States government. When I contacted the “powers that be” in Baltimore, I was told there was no reason ‘stated in the system’ and they would get back in touch with an explanation promptly. Weeks passed; no response. Months passed; still no response. Fortunately, knowing the right people to contact helped ensure my checks would continue while they looked into the situation. However, I have not heard from Social Security, have never received overpayments of any type despite their claim and according to the representatives at both the local and federal level it ‘must be a mistake.’ But, this issue is still looming. I am an honest person. If I had received money didn’t belonging to me I would have reported it. It’s the federal government for goodness sake. And, it’s a moral issue.
Speaking of moral issues, while working at my past employer, I received stock options as part of my compensation package, which I recently exercised. The stock options were going to expire this year, and with the loss of my husband’s income, this additional money would benefit our household income. With the instability of the stock market, the options didn’t sell at a significant amount; but nonetheless, we were grateful for the money. To simplify this bad luck situation and how large organizations have lost touch, my employer, sent me the incorrect amount of money and instead of contacting me directly to straighten out the situation, they stopped payment on the check two weeks later. I am sure any one can imagine the nightmare this would create. Once I contacted the person responsible for the stock option program, she had no idea this had occurred. It took another week to get this ironed out. No apology, not even a message explaining the problem. Just a stopped payment check in our account. Why not a telephone call letting me know a mistake had been made? After all, the mistake was THEIRS…not mine.
What has happened to respect for others? When I worked for the company it was one of the core values. In fact, bonuses were based on living those values. I explain my recent run with bad luck since spinal cord injury and Cervical Dystonia patients are supposed to manage their stress. However, how do any of us manage stress when the world around us is filled with nothing but disrespect and organizations talking and preaching core competencies but certainly don’t live them in their daily actions with people, including our own government? Don’t get me started with filing taxes…
In addition to the Social Security and stock option fiascos, my husband is still looking for employment following being out of work for seven months. I wish those of you reading this post could meet him. If you did you would have difficulty understanding why he can’t land a job. He spends so much time looking for employment, applying, submitting his résumé via online, in person, etc. It’s a vicious cycle leaving him waiting and wondering about his abilities and background. He has extensive experience in both sales and purchasing and should have been hired by now. However, the hiring process has gotten so off track, those with the most experience and who are best suited for the positions are overlooked and replaced by those who are willing to take the positions for the lowest pay. We have also discovered that networking no longer helps in the job searching process. However, we aren’t surprised the same jobs keeps reappearing on job boards several months later. Again, it’s not rocket science to fill the position with the proper person. Why not hire a person with the most experience, pay them a bit more and in the end train them for the job once and don’t keep repeating the cycle?
In my last post I had many people wondering what type of doctor I was going to see and if I was going to have surgery. The surgery option hasn’t been decided; however, I am trying a new medication, which has some not-so-wonderful side effects, including possible hearing loss. The doctor I have added to my list isn’t one who does surgery, repairs broken bones or works in a hospital. I finally admitted I needed to up the ante. I needed a physician who understands ‘bad luck people’ like me and gives the tools to better handle the ‘junk’ life is throwing at me. I had my first appointment last week. And, while I admit I was dreading rehashing the last seven years and honestly wanting to tell Dr. C. to ‘just read my blog to get caught up,’ I found him to be refreshingly honest and knowledgeable. During the appointment I found myself setting up ground rules for our conversations, the most important being I did not want him to answer questions with a question. His response was, “I can see I’ve got my hands full with you!”
While I saw a therapist in the past, our professional counseling relationship didn’t part with the nicest of endings. Again, I wasn’t treated with respect and was hesitant putting myself and my feelings out in the open again. However, after only one appointment Dr. C. told me it was my sense of humor that has helped me and I needed to keep laughing. He admitted he heard my laugh from the waiting room to his office in the back…even over the sound machine they use to ‘drown out noise.’ Perhaps this was a poke that I needed to lower my volume or some sort of backhanded compliment. Whatever the case, I am armed with my first tool ~ sense of humor. I can see my tool box is going to be expanding and with that, I hope my luck will also be shifting.
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