Monday, February 13, 2017

Change of Life – Part III

Sat, 2-11-17


Part I:
                For those of you who have not yet been informed, one month ago today, January 11th, I slipped and fell on the ice on the sidewalk in front of my house, fracturing my left elbow.  It was at the time a simple fracture which a cast would have properly remedied in about six weeks.  And had things in fact gone that way, it would have been a rather simple scenario that would not at all have interfered with my plans that had been four years in the making to begin the formal 14 month course work in the Certified Financial Planning program at Oakland University starting February 1st.  But things did not go that way.  Not at all!
                The moment I fell the pain was so excruciating that I was certain I had broken my arm and could see that my elbow had shifted about two inches.   Fortunately, I was right in front of my doctor’s office at the time of the fall (the office is directly next door to my house, convenient yes?) and they immediately sent me to Keego Urgent Care where the doctor equally immediately concluded that it was not a fracture at all but a simple hematoma which would heal in a week or so.  The doctor said the x-ray revealed no damage to the bone.  That was a relief to hear though I couldn’t believe that a hematoma could hurt so much.  But a quick look at a medical encyclopedia revealed that a hematoma can in fact be just as painful as a fracture.  So I had no reason to doubt the doctor’s diagnosis.  The bottom line was that school would start in 3 weeks and I would be fine in a week and that’s all I cared about. 
                But a week later I was a long way from being fine, a very long way.  So the following Friday I went back and this time saw a different doctor at Urgent Care, this one a bone specialist.  This guy took one look at my “hematoma” and said it was indeed a fracture.  I was told that past Wednesday that a radiologist would be in later that day to take another look at the x-ray to make sure nothing was missed.  I was never called so I assumed they found no further abnormalities.  Now the bone specialist is telling me that the first x-ray was too blurry to make anything out and he took another which showed the fracture.  He explained it was just a hairline fracture and if I wasn’t particularly active I could just ignore it and it would heal itself.  But if I wished to have an active lifestyle, then I should have surgery as the bone would require a few screws to properly heal for full function.  Of course, I wanted full function.  I work out regularly.  I do push ups and lift weights.  Of course I want an active life style,
                So they phoned my primary who referred me to a bone specialist in Waterford who could do the surgery.  Since I was receiving this news at 7 p.m. on a Friday evening, I would have to wait until Monday to call the surgeon.  On Monday, I was given an appointment Wednesday for the surgeon to examine me and determine when to schedule the surgery. 

                And that is how it came to be that I ended up walking around for two weeks with a broken arm without the benefit of having it treated.  Fortunately the pain was tolerable most of the time except that my left arm is my dominant arm so, being forced to do everything with my right arm of which I had little control, it was a frequent occurrence that my right arm would start shaking and that would tense my whole body up, all the tension of which would go right to my left elbow.  And that was excruciating.  I had a good deal of anxiety about losing my balance and falling since a fall would be a hundred times more painful, something I didn’t want to even think about.  The grand consolation is that the two doctors had assured me that it was not a serious injury.  If I fell again, it would hurt like hell but at least not cause further injury. 
                That all changed Wednesday morning, January 25th, when I was examined by the surgeon, Dr. Brenda Sanford, who x-rayed and immediately informed me that it was indeed a very serious fracture, not hairline at all but a clear-through fracture, and that with two weeks of not so much as even a splint to protect it, it had now gotten considerably worse.  (She was furious that two doctors had examined me and not seen this major fracture.)  The two bone fragments had in fact separated by an inch.  It was so serious that she scheduled surgery for 7:30 a.m. the next day, giving me the strongest admonition not to have another spill in the 20 hours left before the surgery as such would have very dire consequences.  She didn’t come right out and say it in so many words but the language she used was sufficiently extreme to leave no other impression – another spill before she was able to fix it might result in losing the arm.  Now even walking across the room became a very frightening experience as I felt so unsteady that any little thing could potentially knock me off my feet. 
                But I did get through the 20 hours okay not excepting the terrific anxiety and was even blessed with fair weather the next morning so there was nothing slippery to traverse between my porch and Val’s car.  The surgery went fine and now I was under an even stronger admonition for the next week to allow the healing to begin.  As she put it, “if you have another trauma and undo all my good work, that will complicate things a hundred times worse than if you had no surgery at all. So Be Careful!”  I was in an enormous bandage and looked and felt just like a cast that kept my arm ramrod straight all that week. 
Prior to the surgery I at least had some very limited use of my left hand.  Now I had none.  It was an extreme challenge trying to do anything with only my right hand.  Everything was tough, some things impossible.  For instance, if not for Val loosening the caps on my medicine bottles, I would never have been able to take my prescriptions.  Eating was strictly finger food, nothing that I could not hold in my right hand.  Taking the cap off the toothpaste was impossible.  I couldn’t open a can of soup, nor for that matter even microwave a frozen dinner since you need two hands to (a) pull the wrapper off and (b) carry it from the microwave.  And I had exercises to do all day long, namely wiggle my fingers and move my hand and wrist as much as possible. 
A week ago Wednesday, the big bandage came off and the doctor was very pleased with my progress.  There had been a danger of nerve damage that might compromise my ability to keep doing the workouts and … yes, restrict my piano playing.   At the time of the surgery, she had told me it might be a couple months before they could evaluate the true extent of the damage.  But on that Wednesday last, she already confidently told me that I would have full function again, she’d be sending me back to the gym in two months and I could play the piano all I want, all the way to Carnegie Hall.  At least I did not have to give up my plans to continue the lessons through to all the advanced courses. 
A week ago I was not able to bend my arm more than 90 degrees.  As of today, I am within inches of  touching my mouth and can even get a fork up there now with great effort (and pain.)  My instructions have been to use the arm as much as possible and, with the initial healing done, I no longer need fear further injuring the arm which has taken a great load off my mind and made me much more relaxed. 


Part II:
Which brings us to the “change of life” part of this story, even though until a week ago Wednesday, that change of life could have meant giving up a fully functioning arm and probably giving up ever becoming an advanced pianist.  Of course, as soon as I was told by the doctor at Urgent Care that it was indeed a fracture and that I was looking at a two month recovery, I immediately contacted Oakland University for their assessment of whether I should drop out of the financial planning program for another year or if they could somehow accommodate me.  The first class was going to be on income tax and I was very pleasantly surprised to find the tax instructor being quite willing to let me take the entire class by webinar in my living room since I could not attend campus until April. 
                The question was would I even have the physical capacity to do a webinar (besides the energy factor of being glued to the computer for 3-1/2 hours every Wednesday all through February and March, I still had no ability to write or take notes and did not know when I would.)  The instructor was quite happy to cut me slack for the first two weeks, but after that I’d have to be all in.  Thus I made a simple inquiry to the director of the program:  since I won’t know how much function I’ll have for at least two to three weeks, will I be able to get a refund of the tuition based on medical grounds if it turns out I just can’t physically do the work until April. 
                I was registered for the class, paid up, and had purchased the text e-book online.  As of 10 p.m., Tuesday night January 31st, I had every intention of doing my best to tune in to the first webinar 6 p.m. Wednesday night February 1st .  I had looked over the 1,200 page textbook that we would be covering in 7 weeks but, according to the syllabus, we’d be covering just 800 pages which averaged 20 pages per day, something I felt I could handle.  Then shortly after 10 p.m., I get a response to my inquiry regarding refunds and am urged by both the program’s director and my mentor to withdraw from the program.  Certainly there was the practical consideration that the course would be so intense that it was not be doable while recovering from surgery.  The initial recommendation was to simply withdraw now and rejoin the program in April, repeating the tax class next February.  But when I expressed doubts about how that would work given the fact that February and March of next year would be prepping for and taking the two-day national exam, (how could I do the tax class and the exam prep at the same time?), I received a second email urging me in strong terms to withdraw from the program permanently on the rationale that the program was designed for professionals with industry experience and that I decidedly lacked such experience.  The recommendation was to go to a different school that did not require experience and the names of two reputable institutions were offered where I would take the classes online and completely at my own pace.

                Four years of preparation with particularly intense preparation during 2016 were now off the tracks.  This all started 15 years ago when I first began observing that all my fellow MBA classmates were finding it progressively more difficult to continue careers if interrupted by a layoff after age 50.  By age 55, all of my classmates including everyone I knew from high school who had pursued MBA careers had been forced into early retirement.  In the depths of the Great Recession, this could not have come at a worse time and it took most of them over two years to find new positions, none of which were on par with the old.  But they were still okay.  Between their golden parachutes, their pensions, their reduced expenses from having houses paid off and kids out of college, their new positions combined with these other benefits just about put them even with their former lives. 
                But it did give me pause seeing them all drop like flies.  One thing I had never considered in my life was that the MBA might have an expiration date.  Now it appeared that was precisely the case.  Thus is why I approached the business faculty at Oakland University four years ago with this simple question:  I want to keep working but it seems the MBA is no longer marketable.  I have a strong skill set, but how I can use it in a capacity where I won’t be forced to retire?  They immediately jumped on the CFP.  In that initial meeting with the then program director, I was told four things:  (a) as a financial advisor, you can work until you drop; (b) the CFP is one occupation in which there is no age discrimination.  In fact, due to the 20,000 baby boomers who are retiring every month, many without adequate means to live another 20 to 30 years, CFP’s in their 60s are in very high demand since your average retiree would rather hire an older advisor than trust some 20-something kid fresh out of school.  (c) With the MBA I have such a strong background already that I need only take five courses rather than what was then a two-year program, and (d) as soon as I am enrolled in the program, they will immediately place me with a financial services firm (within a few days) so that I can begin my two-year work requirement, then finishing it just about the same time that I’ll be passing the national exam. 
                Due to the burden of the enormous executor work, I could not entertain entering the program until about a year ago.  By then the world had changed.  It was no longer a matter of taking five classes at my leisure.  In fact, I had planned to just start the program last spring, take one course, see how it went, then decide the rest of it.  Then things got even better.  I was informed in 2014 that they had redesigned the program into six 7-week modules that you could take in any sequence and at any time.  That was wonderful.  Now I could enroll at virtually any time, take one 7-week class, then take a couple months off for a long overdue vacation, then finish the rest of it.  That had been my intention until January of last year.  Then I got an email from them that once again changed everything. 
                This was the announcement that the program would now be an uninterrupted 14 month cohort where you would take all six courses in sequence  back-to-back, then two months of intensive test prep followed by the two-day, 12 hour national exam in March.  So last January I had to prepare myself to begin the 14-month program in February.  I signed up.  Fortunately there was an orientation in mid-January that once again changed everything. 

                At that orientation, I was advised that I did not have sufficient experience to enter the program.  They did however have a rather attractive alternative.  I could take a special 7-week intro class that would then be followed by a two-month part-time internship.  The class plus the internship would be considered sufficient background for me to be accepted into the cohort beginning February 2017 … that is, now!
                Then things changed again!  Turned out there were insufficient enrollments for the intro class so they canceled it and replaced it with a one-on-one mentor program for seven weeks.  The mentor program was really quite wonderful except that my mentor could not schedule weekly meetings.  Thus the seven weeks, which started last May 15th, stretched into late September.  There was also a fair amount of stress involved because one of the mentor’s requirements is that we take and pass a 10 question exam each session covering all the assigned material (usually 100-150 pages) and, as a sign of our good faith and commitment, we were expected to have the material studied with sufficient mastery to pass the exam each time.  One F probation, 2 F’s and we were out. 
Since the exam questions were taken directly from the national exam database, they were not introductory questions at all, but very tough.  Since the class was a prerequisite for the internship and the internship was a prerequisite for the cohort, failing now would mean that I would not be admitted to the cohort.  So every session brought the possibility that I would be expelled.  The material was voluminous and complicated and, after being given an estimate of 3 hours per week of study the first day of class, I actually ended up putting in four to five times that much.  Plus there was the added frustration that so much material was covered in such a short period that I had many more questions than answers but the classes were so brief that there was no time for more than one or two questions.  I was hoping the cohort would be more deliberately paced. 
                The good news is that I got along great with my mentor, Tom, and he genuinely seemed to be quite impressed with me as well.  The material was fascinating, so though it was very burdensome, I thoroughly enjoyed it and regretted only the fact that it was so rushed that there was no time for any in-depth questions.  I finished the mentor program with flying colors.  Tom had spent much of the 16 weeks getting to know me since, as he was also in charge of the intern program, his job was to find an job placement for me that would be a very solid fit for my background.  Since he knew I had a great deal of background in writing and video production, he had been hinting that he would be placing me with a firm that produced financial training materials.  What an ideal fit that would have been. 
                Again, in the end, it didn’t work out that way, not even close!  I felt for sure that at minimum he would be identifying companies for me that were looking for older candidates with MBA backgrounds.  Nope!  In fact, in three months, he gave me just two leads.  One was for a company in Ann Arbor that required me to go through HR in Indiana which, in turn, required me to create a web site and produce a ten minute video explaining why I wanted to work for them.  I produced a killer ten minute video which killed two weeks of my time and, within hours of submitting, received an odd one-line email saying that they did not feel I was qualified for ANY position in their company.  (Did they even understand that I was only applying for the specific position of a two-month part-time internship and only in their Ann Arbor office?  Really, when sitting on the other side of the desk, it’s really quite difficult to have any respect for HR departments; they seem completely worthless.)  In that short of time, they could not have possibly reviewed my material, let alone share with the Ann Arbor office.  No, there was only one reasonable explanation.  They got one look at me, saw I was over 50, and wanted nothing more to do with me.  I could see that my mentor did not do much to line me up with a good fit. 
                The second lead was no more productive but at least much less time consuming.  This time the company was in Southfield and the guy said he’d be happy to meet with me and would get back to me in a couple weeks.  I never heard from him again.  My suspicion is he looked me up on LinkedIn, saw from my photo that I was obviously over 50 and that’s all he needed to know.  Unfortunately, the two weeks coincided with my accident so I have not yet been able to follow up.  I still intend to but do not have high hopes. 

                What is the lesson from all this?  It would seem that everything that one professor told me four years ago was either not at all true or is no longer.  I have either been lead astray or the world and Oakland University very much changed in the last four years.  Of course, the biggest thing on which I was lead astray was the fact that successful completion of the mentor program would qualify me for the cohort.  I was so encouraged all the way up until 10 p.m. that Tuesday night two weeks ago.  The tax professor was being so nice and optimistically opining that … of course I could handle his class.  I was fully prepared to do all the webinars and then formally join the cohort to do the rest of the program, beginning with the insurance class in April. 
                So the emails that came in after 10 p.m. threw me.  In the space of one day, I had gone from being definitely in to being definitely out, now on the rationale not that it was unrealistic to do the class while recovering from surgery, but rather that my MBA background was in no way relevant to this program.  I’m really wondering why they didn’t just come right out and say so last January.  I could have started the online program at Kaplan University a year ago and maybe even be done with it by now.  That has been my primary frustration with Oakland University since the beginning.  Every single faculty member from whom I have solicited information about the program has given me completely different answers.  And, so far, none have been accurate. 
                Until Wednesday afternoon February 1st when the tax professor was kind enough to grant me a telephone meeting to help me decide whether I should stay in his class.  We had a very nice talk for about twenty minutes and, since it occurred to me that neither the director nor Tom really knew a whole lot about my MBA background, I gave this professor the whole nine yards about my 37 years experience in financial management, 15 with the Fortune 50.  And then I put the question to him directly:  do you agree with the director when she says that none of this is relevant to a career in the financial services industry?  None of this prepares me to be successful in the cohort?  And he said that he did agree with the director.  That was another complete turnaround from all the encouragement he had been giving me up to that point. 
Then he finally told me the truths I had been looking for during the past year.  Was it true that 3 hours outside of class each week would be all the study that would be required?  No, not at all, unless you were already a tax professional.  The average student puts in about 8 hours per week but, for those like me without much background, they are putting in more than 20 hours per week and are still struggling.  The program is designed for those who are already professionals.  There is an enormous amount of material to cover in just seven weeks.  In addition to the 800 pages in the text book, an additional 1500 pages of supplemental materials would be assigned.  And since two presentations are required, one in late February, one in late March, I would have to come to campus on at least those occasions; I could not webinar the entire course.  Once again, I was being given a total turnaround. 
But at least now I felt I was being given some reliable facts.  I was feeling much relieved that I was withdrawing and feeling that perhaps the self-paced program at Kaplan would indeed be the best alternative.  Tom agreed that I should drop the tax class but that doesn’t mean that he agrees I should be out of the cohort, even though I’m thinking I want to be out anyway.  And it certainly doesn’t mean that he is no longer available to be my mentor or find a suitable job placement for me.  Of course, it may mean just that.  When I am recovered, I will get back in touch with him to see if he is still available to mentor me or if I’m out on my own now.  My suspicion is that it will be the former. 
But even if it is the latter, the intro class and mentor program were very rewarding and productive.  I got the entire 14 month program squeezed into as many weeks and feel this intensive overview was most useful, certainly worth the $200 I paid for the text books.  I will continue to study those books as I continue to progress.  But now I have plenty of time to regroup and consider my next move.  I have been thinking for a long time about taking the 6 week online IRS course and getting licensed to be a tax preparer, something I would be very comfortable with and would count as experience for the CFP.  I can also take the 6-week online Series 7 broker’s licensing class since passing that exam will certainly make it easier for a job placement to start my work requirement.  And, when I’m ready, I’ll try to pick up with Tom where we left off if he is game. 
Right now, I have a two-month vacation to rest on my laurels and consider future steps, and may end up having a good deal longer than that.  I have lots of time to decide whether to go the Kaplan route or some other option … or, as I will explain in the next section, an entirely new direction. 


Part III:
                It may have taken 23 years to complete “Ash Wednesday” but it is now appearing to have been time well spent.  In mid-January I was named a quarter-finalist in the WeScreenplay competition in Los Angeles in which the judge ranked my script in the top 6 percent of the more than 1,000 screenplays submitted.  At the end of January, I was named a semi-finalist in which the judge placed me in the top 1 percent.  On February 17th, I find out if I’m being advanced to the finals.  The judge for the finals did not give me as high a ranking as the other two but did give the script a “Consider” which is the second highest accolade they give out and which I think they said automatically advances you.  I’ll find out in five more days. 
                Of the 40 odd scripts out of over 1,000 that will chosen as finalists, four will be chosen as winners in March.  The prize for the winners is that their scripts will be sent to agencies for consideration of representation.  My guess is that if these scripts represent the top 1/10 of 1%, that should be enough to secure representation.  If I’m lucky enough to get an agent out of this and if said agent can sell the screenplay for even close to what screenplays go for these days (generally 5% of a film’s budget, which will be a very nice payday even it’s relatively low budget), I may be at liberty to finally launch my career as a writer and waylay this entire financial advisement thing until a later date.  Not that I want to abandon it completely, I still want to start and manage my own fund, but it’s nice to know that options might be there, 
                My success with WeScreenplay has also motivated me to enter the most prestigious screenplay contest in the industry, The Austin Film Festival Screenplay Competition.  In this case, I’ll be up against about 10,000 other scripts.  Again, the winners will be given representation and quite possibly even a production deal.  So my accident and subsequent withdrawal from Oakland University’s CFP may end up being a blessing in disguise.  As all these other potentially life-changing opportunities are in gestation, if there is to be fruition it will all happen while I am taking my time pondering my next move. 


Stay tuned.  The next big step may be taking place as soon as five more days.  

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