Moomin

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Paramecium Brain


Full marks to the Department of Work and Pensions: I recently found that it was easy to change the destination of a pension payment from the Post Office (P.O.) to the bank - and it only took one phone call. An excellent arrangement! (Not impressed, though, by the recent changing of Pension Books to cards, requiring senior citizens to remember a four-digit PIN number.)
In addition, it seems that some other institutions do not consider the difficulties our senior citizens have when they work out their practices. Let me explain my grief for this week: The next step was to close and transfer outstanding funds from the Post Office into the bank account. (All these changes were made because the senior citizen could no longer walk as far as the aforementioned P.O.)
So... I phoned the P.O. advice number and was told I had to obtain a form from the P.O. This I did. Obtained two forms and completed them for two elderly friends. They must sign the back of the form. This was achieved with difficulty. One lady, aged ninety, is now partially sighted and the gentleman almost as old, is frail and ill in hospital. Still, the next step... back to the P.O. only to realise I did not have enough 'evidence' - needing proof of residence. Back to flat and yes.. that's sorted. So, now, I'm confident and return with the forms and all evidence to the P.O. The hard-pressed counter clerk fills in her forms and all is in train.
My elderly lady phones me about a week later. She has received an official letter saying that they cannot comply with her request to transfer her money to her bank account because 'You did not submit valid information in your application in two consecutive attempts' or words to some similar effect. This makes no sense to me and so I phone the number given. After due checks with the lady to confirm security, we are told that her signature is not the same as the signature used when she opened the account! This account was opened when she was decades younger and in good health and able to see clearly!
I recounted the story to another octagenarian who said, 'That's rubbish!'. I concur.
Now, the only way to manage the transfer of funds is to do a manual transfer - which needs a phone call to obtain a special code. Or, alternatively to arrange power of attorney ..
So, we made the call, got the code which is viable for 48 hours, and armed with cards and documents I set off to the P.O. to effect a large cash withdrawal.. except that the lady could not remember her PIN number and was totally unable to find the card she had written it on.
The only way to get a new PIN number is to make another phone call and wait for four working days. And then we'll have to try to arrange the special code again.
Isn't this unreasonable? Did the think tank who set up the arrangement have any notion of the problems for senior citizens having to remember PIN numbers, or that the signature of an elderly frail will undoubtedly look very different several decades later? 'Paramecium brain' sprang to mind. Another carer dubbed it 'elder abuse'.

9 Comments:

  • At 7:58 pm, Blogger Clare said…

    Pin numbers for me , while not ideal in safety area's solves a huge problem for myself and FB.
    I was looking to the future not to long ago when I struggled even signing a cards receipt with something that looked similar to what was on back of card.
    So thinking on how I solve this I approached my bank to get FB as a guardian over my account(third party).
    Well it was not very encouraging a mountain of paper work and changing to a new account no. which mean't I had to changed standing orders, direct debits, inform tax credits , inform my pension holders and inform FB 's place of employment.This did not even make FB a main account owner.
    So I asked ok so we shall have a joint account for the both of us , arhhhhhhhhh even harder due to history on both our parts..
    So a pin no. for me works because i no longer have to sign and I am able to put a pin no. in even on my worse days.

     
  • At 12:27 am, Blogger Moomin said…

    A pin is such a useful thing
    For attachments and such
    And acupuncture releasing
    Endorphins' tender touch.

    But P-I-N is just not on
    When memory lets you down
    Why should an elder stupid feel
    Or made to look a clown?

    It's a boon to FB and Mrs B so that's something!

     
  • At 4:17 pm, Blogger Moomin said…

    I have been spammed

     
  • At 10:59 pm, Blogger Clare said…

    delete them then you nelly!

    and turn on comment verification

     
  • At 11:10 pm, Blogger Moomin said…

    Done both and tossed spam in the bin;
    Why was it called spam?
    And who is Nelly?
    The elephant who packed her trunk?

     
  • At 4:20 pm, Blogger nuttynurse said…

    Higgaldy piggaldy!

    Mother's rhymes are right on time,
    With wordage that tickles the spine,
    With issues serious/funny they intertwine,
    Causing merriment, chuckles in a life of grime.

    Mother was spammed,
    Her blog was jammed,
    Bro's advice was at hand,
    Nelly joined the circus band.

    Hee hee? Should I quit?

     
  • At 6:34 pm, Blogger Moomin said…

    'They' say, 'Quit, while you are ahead!

    By the way though, there is an ending to the Post Office saga. Today I revisited my elderly friend, copied out her newly arrived, secret, PIN number and then phoned the help line to get a new security code to enable cash withdrawal.

    And.. at the Post Office.. at the second attempt.. it worked and I was seriously rich for about ten minutes until I successfully paid it into her bank account!

    This only took about five man hours in total. ha!

    Carry on writing doggerel my friends!

     
  • At 10:15 pm, Blogger Clare said…

    Are you all poets eh. xxx

    Had to join you but it is not my work but i love this onE.

    Zzzzz.

    I see zebras from Zimbabwe
    zipping all around the zoo.
    I see Zeus up in the zodiac,
    a zillion zithers too.

    There are zephyrs blowing zeppelins
    that are zooming near and far.
    There are zealots counting zeroes
    in a zone near Zanzibar.

    There are Zulus wearing zoot suits
    eating zwieback and zucchini
    plus a zombie with a zipper
    on his zinnia bikini.

    Yes, I always have the zaniest
    most zonked-out dreams like these,
    because every time I go to sleep
    I try to catch some Z's.
    --Kenn Nesbitt


    i BET you cannot make such a poem using so many ZZZZZ 's

     
  • At 1:51 pm, Blogger Moomin said…

    Too right Mrs B
    There's much too much Zeeee

     

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