Thursday, July 2, 2009

July 1

Today was July 1, the worst day of the year to be sick. The new interns, residents, and fellows started today. I started at the VA, which apparently has the best view and the worst food in all of the Bay Area.

So far it seems like an easy rotation, though on BART/MUNI it takes me 1.5 hrs to get there. Right now, it's OK as I am studying for my boards and reading while riding, but that may get irritating.

Part of what strikes me about this whole thing is between today and yesterday we had around 9 hours of orientation. Next to none of this had to do with being a pulmonary fellow. Almost all of it had to do with "The ACGME/JCAHO/Regulatory Commission XYZ has required that we tell you about this random fact." Which I have now heard at least 3 or 4 times. It also took me 3 hours in line to get an ID, on a day which every single year they know they will be issuing 200+ IDs. The scary fact is I was lucky to get an ID; there were plenty of people behind me when I got my ID finally at 4:30 PM and they were threatening to close at 5 PM.

Tom Friedman wrote a book about how the world was becoming flat. While he meant this as the development of economic parity between the developing and developed world, I think he missed the boat. What's really going on is, with 9/11 as a catalyst, there is a great leveling of the bureaucratic nightmare between the developed and developing world.

My dear wife, as a semester abroad student in Israel, once attempted to get a deposit back in the days when you needed to put a deposit down on a phone. She showed up with a huge stack of papers and bills in order to do this. My dear uncle explained that the clerk was highly trained by the Israeli bureaucracy to rifle through a stack of paper and quickly identify the one paper which you did not have. True to form, in under a minute, the clerk identified she did not have her first month's bill and to this day we are still waiting for a check from Bezeq.

Such has become the experience in getting licensed in California, in getting a DEA number, in trying to start the process of registering a car, in getting a driver's license, in trying to get deposits back for things like E-Z Pass in Maryland, and so forth. Friends starting in Maryland or *gasp* for the federal government agency of the NIH have had it as bad or worse. Like any good third world nation, though, California's budget crisis has forced most state government to close at random times and on random days with the only apparent rationale being that the days they are closed happen to coincide with the only convenient days for you. I only got my license (today!) after basically cajoling my way through the lackey on the phone in order to talk to the muckety-muck. I applied for it in February, and was lucky. Last I heard they were still processing November applications. I also have a dire lack of protectsia in the new state which doesn't help things out.

Anyway, I expect by 2011 that we will need to be offering bribes in order to get simple tasks done. Mark my words and start hoarding $20 bills.

2 comments:

SB said...

Fellow mover, I feel for you.

Since moving to Tel Aviv, I have:
1) Tried to change the electricity bill over to my name, but the Electric Company, whose Hebrew name literally translates to 'Electric Company' told me that they can't change it over to my name until the bill has been paid. Yesterday, I got a notice in the mail that they were shutting off the electricity. (You can understand termination notices no matter how poorly you speak the language). I still haven't dealt with the gas company.
I can only hope that these places have pay-your-bill-over-the-internet services, because Hebrew phone prompts are impossible to understand.
2) Went to file as a citizen of Tel Aviv (so that I can pay city tax for the apartment I rent). I'm sorry, but that seems completely unfair. If I'm renting, why should I be responsible for paying the tax... surely the property owner should be responsible, no?
3) I still need to change my Israeli ID card and my driver's license to my Tel Aviv address, but dread the bureaucracy and the long queue there. I was just told (by a co-worker)that I may need some additional document, which nobody seems to be able to translate the name for me, so I'm already anticipating 2 trips.

At least you speak the language.

oliviao said...

Shame, man, I feel for you - reminds me of the immigration process...