You might remember my post in August, with Nancy Thomas, President of Tapestry Communications, reporting some unpleasant customer experiences at Blue Cross Blue Shield of Rhode Island.  Well, I am pleased to post this follow-up from Nancy, and I join in appreciation to her and to the folks in the company who made a difference:
Paul,
My
 mother liked to write down quotes and post them - on the mirror, on the
 door of my room, inside a book, etc.  Her two favorites, which have 
stayed with me a lifetime, were:
"Your brain is a muscle.  If you don't use it, you lose it."  
And...
"The squeaky wheel gets the grease."
My
 own children have benefitted by the first one many times, but the 2nd 
one always seemed to need explanation.  Needed example.  
While
 its origins are not known for certain, according to Wikipedia, the 
phrase is most often attributed to Josh Billings, an American humorist 
in 1870, from his poem, "The Kicker": 
- I hate to be a kicker,
 - I always long for peace,
 - But the wheel that does the squeaking,
 - Is the one that gets the grease.
 
In
 any case, you will remember my "squeakiness" about my visit to brand 
new Blue Cross skyscraper in Providence.  We affectionately call it 
Xanadu.  I wrote about it and actually was annoyingly squeaked enough to
 take photos showing the disregard for those of us who have to visit the
 building to make a payment, or deal with an incorrect bill or charge.  
You'll recall that you cannot "go upstairs for an appointment" so you 
stand in groups waiting the availability of the two customer service 
reps, who will try to rectify our problems once we reach their counter. 
 Before that time, upwards of an hour or more, we would be standing in 
wait - no chairs, no tables to write on....with thoughts about our cars 
being towed in the downtown or parking charges accruing. We shifted from
 one foot to the other - young, old, parents with children, children 
with elderly parents.
The
 other day, yes, there I was again!  Thank you to Obamacare for keeping 
my college student daughter on my policy, but she had obtained her very 
own now and we needed to remove her, so back for a visit I would go. 
 I walked in and something seemed oddly different.  I heard what sounded
 like a radio behind me. I turned and saw a mounted flat screen 
television with CNN news echoing in the austere lobby.  I saw chairs and
 every one of them had someone in it.  I started to smile.  Another turn
 and now, directly in front of me was a long work table with four or 
five chairs on one side of it and people seated and writing....I guessed
 they were letters of appeal which beforehand you would write out on a 
legal pad using the wall or one's bent leg for a hard surface.  
Another
 smile.  Then, an audible chuckle.  I actually experienced a moment of 
squeaky wheel glee!  I left the lobby with uncharacteristic cheer, 
vowing to come back with "secret" camera in hand.  
I've
 included photos for you to see - taken at the beginning of the 
month...alas, the long writing table is gone, but now there is valet 
parking!  And - with Blue Cross BLUE cones marking the way! Love that 
branding!
Do
 you think the blog entry made a difference?  Were 'we' the grease?  
Yes, I squeaked and you replied, then twitter chimed in, then Facebook, 
then a few other blogs commented on it, and then a Blue Cross 
"anonymous" showed up to respond, too.  Anonymous took this to heart.  
Anonymous probably was pretty powerful.  Anonymous didn't grind it 
his/her heels but created change.  And pretty quickly, too....
So,
 for my daughter and for others who think change just can't happen, or 
their voice just isn't being heard, try a little squeak.  Use your blog 
(or someone else's), tweet a little tweet, write a meandering post, or 
two.  Make a little noise.  
With
 kudos to BCBS's "anonymous" and a nostalgic tip of the hat to my mom, 
who was wise, indeed, let me say, there is power in your voice, in your 
words. Sometimes people listen and sometimes corporate walls hear the 
reasonable squeak and respond. And I have an example for my children 
that in this large world of megasystems, do not be afraid to gently 
nudge that wheel, even if it seems up hill all the way....





1 comment:
All too often wheels don't want to squeak for fear of being thought a whiney wheel, but consider that the wheel that isn't squeaking not only doesn't get the grease, it doesn't even get noticed.
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