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Feb. 4th, 2003 11:20 amSo, two days a week I work for the Prince George's County Health Department, as a therapist in their HIV clinic. Last Thursday, I got a message asking me to complete mandatory training in HIPPA, a new set of health care regulations. Fine, that's reasonable. I was a bit irritated to see that, of the fifteen scheduled HIPPA workshops, thirteen of them had already happened - apparently no one got around to telling me I needed to take the training until they were nearly done offering it. But I cleared my schedule for this morning, and signed up for the workshop.
It's rainy and foggy today. Traffic on I-95 was slowed to a crawl. The training was held way in the south of P.G. County, about thirty miles further away than my clinic - which is already twenty miles from my home. Between the weather and the traffic, I was ten minutes late for the morning-long workshop. They wouldn't let me in.
I tried to explain to the woman at the door that I had come all the way from Baltimore, that I only worked for the Health Department part-time, that I couldn't possibly come back tomorrow (for the last scheduled session) because I had another job. I pointed out that it was a choice between allowing me to miss the first ten minutes or having me receive no training at all. I pointed out that the presenter was still going over the agenda - no actual teaching had occurred.
None of this apparently mattered.
So I'm here at the clinic with nothing to do. I called the head of our program to explain why I won't be HIPPA-certified. Everyone is indignant on my behalf, but it doesn't change the fact that I've missed out on information they really needed me to know.
It's rainy and foggy today. Traffic on I-95 was slowed to a crawl. The training was held way in the south of P.G. County, about thirty miles further away than my clinic - which is already twenty miles from my home. Between the weather and the traffic, I was ten minutes late for the morning-long workshop. They wouldn't let me in.
I tried to explain to the woman at the door that I had come all the way from Baltimore, that I only worked for the Health Department part-time, that I couldn't possibly come back tomorrow (for the last scheduled session) because I had another job. I pointed out that it was a choice between allowing me to miss the first ten minutes or having me receive no training at all. I pointed out that the presenter was still going over the agenda - no actual teaching had occurred.
None of this apparently mattered.
So I'm here at the clinic with nothing to do. I called the head of our program to explain why I won't be HIPPA-certified. Everyone is indignant on my behalf, but it doesn't change the fact that I've missed out on information they really needed me to know.
