WELCOME TO STORY PAGE THREE.
In story page Three, Introducing "Allison in Blunderland" and how "Bradford the Educated" got his name.
As usual, the only place you will find "The Flower" will be hiding behind another discriminator / retaliator, so look closely or you might miss him.
Remember: Fly the airplane as far into the crash as possible. Bob Hoover
I was reading one of my pilot magazines the other day and the magazine always has a comment by some real guy or real gal pilot that gives the rest of us a little advise on topics that may well save our lives in the event of an emergency situation. One of my favorites was a comment by Bob Hoover regarding crashing. It referred to flying the airplane as far into the crash as possible, after all it makes a lot of sense. It beats the hell out of just giving up and willingly surrendering your destiny without any effort to save yourself. Thanks Bob.
In early February 2006 I had come to the limits of physical and mental endurance, I flew into the GE Supply crash as far as possible and survived.
I awoke with a severe pain in my chest, my chin was drooping onto my chest and my back felt like I had been hit with a sledge hammer right between the shoulder blades. My oldest son Rob, 23 (did I mention that I have 5 children 23, 21, 10, 2, 1) gently put my almost 50 year old body in our car and off to the doctor we went.
It took about six hours to get to the doctors office but oh boy was I happy when we got there. My doctor at UCD Med Center gave me a thorough going over and told me I wasn't going to die at least at that moment and that we needed to do some X-ray, MRI kind of guy stuff on my spine as symptomatically things didn't look good.
This coupled with the fact that I had a fifteen year history of spinal trauma (yes connected with that pesky exploding ordinance in Kuwait) didn't leave much room for doubt. My doctor filled out the paperwork and sent it off to a seemingly nice lady "Allison in Blunderland" at the GE disability center, no work till we got the MRI results back presumably April 10, 2006.
Sometime in February I filed a complaint with the nice people from the EEOC for discrimination under ADA and GE Supply was charged with discrimination.
WAIT A MINUTE BOB, I FLEW AS FAR INTO THE GE SUPPLY CRASH AS POSSIBLE AND SURVIVED, RIGHT?
A little while later, probably some time in early March we (my wife Kelli and I) received a call from "Allison in Blunderland" from the GE disability center. It was anything other than the "warm fuzzy" call described in the GE benefits handbook to make sure that your pipe and slippers were available at your bedside. "Allison in Blunderland" started off with an attitude of loathing and it only got worse from there. She stated that she wanted to know about the "essential functions" of my employment.
Ok, so it wasn't her exact words but it was something like: Sedgwick CMS Sedgwick Claims
One "essential function" makes you lethargic, and one "essential function" makes you stall, and the ones we will assign you, you won't be able to do at all, you're a faker, and I am going to kick you in the ?s.
(Sorry, Jefferson Airplane)
Someone told me that she actually sings the song in a Karaoke bar in Minnesota but I can't swear to it.
So during all of this madness "Allison in Blunderland" actually had a talk with my doctor in Sacramento. On April 11 or 12, 2006 (I don't remember the exact day) my doctor in Sacramento gave me a call. The gist of the call was that "Allison in Blunderland" had intimidated, coerced and pressured my doctor and his nurse for an alternate diagnosis, (that my doctor refused to provide). My doctor told me, "Rob, this isn't right, you should call your lawyer". I did.
My doctor also said that he explained to "Allison in Blunderland" at the time of her call, that the medical reports had not arrived and that my return on April 10, 2006 was simply a clerical issue and due to the seriousness of my condition I should remain off work.
After that my doctor suggested that I should find a doctor closer to home to treat my conditions. I requested that my doctor in Sacramento fax all of my medical information to my local doctor in Fortuna immediately.
On April 5, 2006 I sent a letter and packet of information to "The Flower". The packet contained the documents described in the letter, accommodation ideas from the Job Accommodation Network (and excellent site for people with disabilities) describing my disabilities, discussing ADA reasonable accommodation and such, in an effort to begin some meaningful dialog regarding my disability and returning to work at some point in time.
I also sent Cc copies to "Bradford the Educated" and "Pinocchio". Hint: the highlighted text in the letter is significant here. I will explain later.
On April 11 or 12, 2006 I received the following letter from "Bradford the Educated". Ok, here it comes!
Now the thing I find interesting here is that I sent the April 5, 2006 correspondence addressed to "The Flower" but got a reply from "Bradford the Educated". Did ya catch it?
Actually I wasn't surprised by "The Flower" refusing to answer, not his style. Running from cover, attacking from behind, and a sudden retreat, that's the one I would watch out for. More on this later.
On April 13, 2006 I went to see my local doctor here in town after he had received the records faxed by the radiologist in Sacramento. After reviewing the MRI results of my spine my doctor wrote the following note. Yes the note said, Permanent Paraplegice. ( For you discriminators / retaliators, that means life in a wheelchair).
Well hell, I wasn't exactly happy about the news but recall being told by my former spine doctor (in 1992) to expect trouble and surgery in the future. Good thing I have been paying for that (Long Term Disability Insurance from GE for all these years). NOT!!
I faxed off the note from the doctor and 30 pages of medical records (dating back to 1991) to "Bradford the Educated" IN A PANIC and faxed the note and recent medical records to "Allison in Blunderland" as well. After all, "Bradford the Educated" used some pretty strong words there. Like "GETTING FIRED". Ok, It is time to take a breath Rob, you have sent everything you need to the correct people, and then "you're a faker, and I am going to kick you in the ?s." Did I just step into a rabbit hole?
I called the nice people at the EEOC and filed a charge of Retaliation, GE Supply was charged.
BOB, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN, "KEEP FLYING MAN"?
WOW!! I KNOW THAT THIS HAS BEEN LOTS OF INFORMATION, PLEASE TAKE A BREAK THEN: