Saying Thanks to a Federal Worker

This January I visited the Social Security Administration offices at San Francisco's strange looking federal building on 7th and Mission.

There was misinformation on file about previous "credible" health insurance when I applied for a Medicare Part D prescription plan with Cigna, so in order to straighten things out, I waited with dozens of others for two hours to seek assistance from an SSA employee. Unfortunately, the situation was beyond the agent's capabilities so she set up an appointment with a specialist who could help. However, the first available date was three months later, April 7th, and this was before the Elon Musk DOGE slasher show had even begun.

After signing an online attestation form, the issue was mysteriously resolved with Cigna in late March. So even though there was no need to keep the appointment with Social Security, I went through the abusive, heavyhanded security gauntlet anyway.

The reason was to thank the beleaguered federal employees whose jobs are currently in peril and who are having to pick up the slack at a decimated organization.

Only people with appointments were being allowed to enter, so the large waiting room was emptier than usual.

When I was called to Window 8, the gentleman behind the bulletproof glass with wary, weary eyes asked for my birthdate. I explained that the issue had been resolved and I just wanted to thank him and his colleagues for continuing to help others in this time of chaos. The look on his face quickly went from confused to flabbergasted to smiling as I handed him a thank you card for the office. This might be a good time for you to also say thanks to a federal worker if you get a chance.