At least one "online ex VA employee" who claimed to know it all, said the decision to transfer a claim to another RO is made by head honchos, not at the RO.
I see 2 possible explanations:
First, there is a "void" in VA management: This opinion is shared by at least two members of congress:
The other possibility is the VA is bullying me, kind of like when I was in grade school. The high schoolers would steal my lunch and they play "keep away" catch with me. When I finally did get my lunch back it was all mixed up and the thermos was broken. I did get even with at least one of the high schoolers who destroyed my lunch and thermos.
I was in a shop class with him, and he was welding, and snuck out the back door for a cigarette. He told me to tell the teacher he went to the bathroom. Instead, I took the torch and heated up the handle of his pliers.
He came back, and grabbed the pliers. I laffed so hard I nearly cried.
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Berta once commented on how, when you read things again , you often get something new you missed the first time.
It did not dawn on me until the other day that my claim has been in 4 different Regional Offices: St. Pete, Philly, Roanoke and Cleveland.
The VA only told me my claim was transferred to Roanoke. The others, I found out later.
I was passed around like a "hot potatoe".
Naturally, stuff "got lost". Calling Peggy or emailing Iris yielded conflicting answers.
At least one "online ex VA employee" who claimed to know it all, said the decision to transfer a claim to another RO is made by head honchos, not at the RO.
I see 2 possible explanations:
First, there is a "void" in VA management: This opinion is shared by at least two members of congress:
http://www.nvf.org/news/house-vets-chair-says-va-has-%E2%80%98-leadership-void%E2%80%99
The other possibility is the VA is bullying me, kind of like when I was in grade school. The high schoolers would steal my lunch and they play "keep away" catch with me. When I finally did get my lunch back it was all mixed up and the thermos was broken. I did get even with at least one of the high schoolers who destroyed my lunch and thermos.
I was in a shop class with him, and he was welding, and snuck out the back door for a cigarette. He told me to tell the teacher he went to the bathroom. Instead, I took the torch and heated up the handle of his pliers.
He came back, and grabbed the pliers. I laffed so hard I nearly cried.
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