thanks guys. This is the first time in 5 years that I have allowed myself to think about alot of these things, and as I write a lot of stuff I had forgotten is coming to the surface. Im trying to get it all posted before I head out for the weekend.
Heres the next bit...
Two of my best friends were staff who had routed off at some point. Despite being in good standing and who’s husbands were still on staff, but they were considered to be disaffected. They were lovely people who would go out of their way to help anyone. Paula was the best supervisor I ever had. She was fantastic and although she couldn’t speak to me the last few times I saw her, I still love her to pieces.
I knew they were upset about things that had happened to them while they were on staff, and I had gotten to the point where I couldn’t ignore the out-points I was seeing. We all decided that we needed to do the right thing, and write up reports to get these things handled. BIG MISTAKE. I never saw either of them again while I was on staff, as we all became ethics bait.
It reminded me of a situation the year before when a staff member confided in me that he had seen some gross out-policy. A hugely suppressive act on the behalf of the DED Day Justin (cant remember his last name, and I cant remember the details of what happened, his wife was the ED). The poor guy was beside himself trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. I told him to write it up and send it uplines. I said if he didn’t write it up so it could be handled, I would. I was extremely upset by what Id heard, and made the mistake of mentioning it to my husband. The guy was printing off the report before post the next morning when he was caught by Justin. He was convinced not to file the report, that it had all been a “misunderstanding” and it was swept under the carpet. I couldn’t believe it. My husband told me I was outethics to get involved. Of course, when the ED routed off staff, it came out that he had embezzled money from Day org pcs (a different crime to the one I had been told about). Then everyone was happy to natter their asses off about all the things he had ever done. Too bad noone was allowed to speak up before. I wish I had.
“Face-ripping” is another wonderful thing staff endure. I had it done to me twice for writing those reports about senior staff (so much for the policy regarding those). Because all 3 of us had written reports at the same time, it was considered that one of us most be suppressive and the other 2 are PTS.
The DED Day called me into an office and said that people uplines had put him in charge of me and he said that he thought I was the SP. He said the only way to get myself out of the shit was to name one of the other 2 as SPs. During this lovely high-volume face-ripping, I was sitting there stunned that this had happened. Wasn’t I doing the right thing?? What else could I have done??? Anyway, I was sent to write OWs and confess my crimes, and write up everything my friends had ever said that sounded remotely like natter.
The thing is, the 2 of them had never really said much. I never knew what they wrote in their reports. I personally never had committed any crimes. A few little overts that I happily wrote up. Nothing criminal by any stretch of the imagination. I certainly knew my friends were not SPs.
Shortly afterwards I was dragged into one of the reg offices by the ED Andrew and my husband. While my husband guarded the door so I couldn’t leave, I got faceripped again. Andrew was screaming at me to the point where I was in tears and couldn’t speak I was shaking so bad. This was, conveniently, the reg office closest to the coarseroom where the staff meeting was occurring at the same time. Nothing like putting fear into the masses.
Since my reports had focused a lot on things Andrew had done, he was pissed. He said I had followed policy incorrectly by reporting him – I should have gone and talked to him about these outpoints instead. He screamed that everything I had said was untrue. He said both of my friends were out-ethics scum, that they were SPs who made no case gain. I was told “horrible stories” about things they had done a long time ago. The thing is, they weren’t horrible stories, I knew they had simply been in bad situations like mine. So it didn’t wash. I remember thinking “wow, if you were my pc right now, Id be asking what withhold has been missed”. It was a phenomenal display of strained, carping criticism! This was the point where I decided I needed to leave. This is NOT an ethical group, and I was not going to go into agreement with this crap.
I was told that I had to rewrite my reports, removing anything “HE&R”, with only real things that needed reporting. Also I was told to go through one friend’s pc folders and find the indicators that would prove she was an SPs. Basically he tried to scare the shit out of me so I would rewrite the reports and leave out anything regarding execs.
I pretended to go through the folders - I wasnt her auditor and I had no right to read through her folders as far as I was concerned. I rewrote the reports, leaving out any HE&R, and leaving in every damn outpoint. My husband who handles the orgs outgoing comm intercepted it. He waved it in my face saying that I needed to rewrite it leaving out all the exec overts. I refused, and said that it that report wasn’t delivered Id report his ass too. Of course, I was bluffing as I had no way of knowing, and Im sure the report never made it uplines.
Theres nothing quite like living with someone who is convinced youre the enemy. It’s a shame, he was a really nice guy when I first met him. By this point though, he was openly antagonistic, accusing me of being an SP, and at many points I thought he was going to hit me again. I was thinking really hard of how to leave.
Heres the next bit...
Two of my best friends were staff who had routed off at some point. Despite being in good standing and who’s husbands were still on staff, but they were considered to be disaffected. They were lovely people who would go out of their way to help anyone. Paula was the best supervisor I ever had. She was fantastic and although she couldn’t speak to me the last few times I saw her, I still love her to pieces.
I knew they were upset about things that had happened to them while they were on staff, and I had gotten to the point where I couldn’t ignore the out-points I was seeing. We all decided that we needed to do the right thing, and write up reports to get these things handled. BIG MISTAKE. I never saw either of them again while I was on staff, as we all became ethics bait.
It reminded me of a situation the year before when a staff member confided in me that he had seen some gross out-policy. A hugely suppressive act on the behalf of the DED Day Justin (cant remember his last name, and I cant remember the details of what happened, his wife was the ED). The poor guy was beside himself trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. I told him to write it up and send it uplines. I said if he didn’t write it up so it could be handled, I would. I was extremely upset by what Id heard, and made the mistake of mentioning it to my husband. The guy was printing off the report before post the next morning when he was caught by Justin. He was convinced not to file the report, that it had all been a “misunderstanding” and it was swept under the carpet. I couldn’t believe it. My husband told me I was outethics to get involved. Of course, when the ED routed off staff, it came out that he had embezzled money from Day org pcs (a different crime to the one I had been told about). Then everyone was happy to natter their asses off about all the things he had ever done. Too bad noone was allowed to speak up before. I wish I had.
“Face-ripping” is another wonderful thing staff endure. I had it done to me twice for writing those reports about senior staff (so much for the policy regarding those). Because all 3 of us had written reports at the same time, it was considered that one of us most be suppressive and the other 2 are PTS.
The DED Day called me into an office and said that people uplines had put him in charge of me and he said that he thought I was the SP. He said the only way to get myself out of the shit was to name one of the other 2 as SPs. During this lovely high-volume face-ripping, I was sitting there stunned that this had happened. Wasn’t I doing the right thing?? What else could I have done??? Anyway, I was sent to write OWs and confess my crimes, and write up everything my friends had ever said that sounded remotely like natter.
The thing is, the 2 of them had never really said much. I never knew what they wrote in their reports. I personally never had committed any crimes. A few little overts that I happily wrote up. Nothing criminal by any stretch of the imagination. I certainly knew my friends were not SPs.
Shortly afterwards I was dragged into one of the reg offices by the ED Andrew and my husband. While my husband guarded the door so I couldn’t leave, I got faceripped again. Andrew was screaming at me to the point where I was in tears and couldn’t speak I was shaking so bad. This was, conveniently, the reg office closest to the coarseroom where the staff meeting was occurring at the same time. Nothing like putting fear into the masses.
Since my reports had focused a lot on things Andrew had done, he was pissed. He said I had followed policy incorrectly by reporting him – I should have gone and talked to him about these outpoints instead. He screamed that everything I had said was untrue. He said both of my friends were out-ethics scum, that they were SPs who made no case gain. I was told “horrible stories” about things they had done a long time ago. The thing is, they weren’t horrible stories, I knew they had simply been in bad situations like mine. So it didn’t wash. I remember thinking “wow, if you were my pc right now, Id be asking what withhold has been missed”. It was a phenomenal display of strained, carping criticism! This was the point where I decided I needed to leave. This is NOT an ethical group, and I was not going to go into agreement with this crap.
I was told that I had to rewrite my reports, removing anything “HE&R”, with only real things that needed reporting. Also I was told to go through one friend’s pc folders and find the indicators that would prove she was an SPs. Basically he tried to scare the shit out of me so I would rewrite the reports and leave out anything regarding execs.
I pretended to go through the folders - I wasnt her auditor and I had no right to read through her folders as far as I was concerned. I rewrote the reports, leaving out any HE&R, and leaving in every damn outpoint. My husband who handles the orgs outgoing comm intercepted it. He waved it in my face saying that I needed to rewrite it leaving out all the exec overts. I refused, and said that it that report wasn’t delivered Id report his ass too. Of course, I was bluffing as I had no way of knowing, and Im sure the report never made it uplines.
Theres nothing quite like living with someone who is convinced youre the enemy. It’s a shame, he was a really nice guy when I first met him. By this point though, he was openly antagonistic, accusing me of being an SP, and at many points I thought he was going to hit me again. I was thinking really hard of how to leave.