In Brief— The author’s experiences after the private elder care company took over management from the kommun. Privatization European-style.
“I’m Mad As Hell…”—
Though there is now another vacancy, one empty room in our warehouse has now been filled. One of our number got off the train at her destination. The new occupant—I’ll call him Rikard—is a former coworker of Bengt whom you may recall sneaked off from these premises earlier. Rikard suffers from Parkinson’s. Thanks to Sweden’s hyper-cautiousness regarding cannabis, Rikard doesn’t get relief from his shakes and contortions, but the good news is that Bengt sticks around now.
But I digress. As suggested above, the new company that took over management on 1 October hasn’t worked out the wrinkles yet. When I wrote the kommun (copying everybody!) after being forgotten in early November, I complained inter alia that the new company was understaffed and unable to handle the load placed on the overworked and underpaid staff.
There was a flurry by company management who hastened to assure me that it would NEVER happen again and that there was the same personnel level that had been here before their arrival. According to what I hear and experience, that appears to be a fib. CYA as they say.
Finally, when one of the personnel complained to a harried company chief assigned here about the lack of adequate staffing she was told, …”We don’t have the resources for that.” When I asked if the union had been notified, I was told that the union did nothing to help rectify the problem.
[My cynical translation: As an observer of human nature, unions here in Sweden are in bed with management. Too much trouble to raise some dust. It’s easier to collect a paycheck and sit on the couch. I’ve heard this before from other sources both here and in America. What ever happened to unions?]
When I asked if I should write the kommun again, I have been requested to wait. Honoring that request, I’ve not yet written a letter to the kommun, but I didn’t promise not to express my ire on this blog.
As Howard Beale exclaimed in the movie “Network,” “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!”
Whew! Other than that, things are pretty much the same around here. I take my exercise walk through the next department hoping that a cheerful wave will provide a small lift in some old folks’ day. I have my computer and friends to exchange thoughts. I have my little blog where this will sit in line waiting to go public. Seems as if I’m running dry these days, but I no sooner say that when two or three subjects pop into my mind begging for a surge of energy to prompt my hunt-and-peck memorialization of the subjects. And I have my reading which is often fed by a former teacher friend sending me Kindle books to read. All’s reasonably well with my limited world… not the rest of the world which is more screwed up every day.
Right now, I’m writing a fantasy—a fairy tale, so to speak. I expect to post it following this piece.
So what’s new with you?
P.S. Since I posted this a month or so ago, the new company has improved conditions, but the lack of sufficient personnel persists. I’m told that this problem is being addressed, but I’m not holding my breath.
Oh, and as to that fantasy, you’re going to think it bears some resemblance to America, but remember it’s a fantasy.