Carmel
Crusader
The 'party' was over
Thanks folks, but my last post was about a two year "honeymoon period" that didn't last.
Things were trucking along fairly well, but out of the blue, we got a few orders from RTC, directly. We had previously gotten info type telexes, and/or blanket type study orders, but never orders specifically relating to our org.
Pete the HAS/HES (who’s shoulder I used to cry on frequently, and who could stand up to management), came to see me quite distraught with this bloody telex from RTC. I went and saw Marion the CO Folo about it. She was less than communicative with me, and just said that Pete would need to follow it. It wasn’t an answer as to what was going on, but she wasn’t going to give me one, and she clearly had bigger problems.
Then I discovered I had similar telexes. One of them was to take my PES off post, and put her through an Ethics/cramming program. Eeek – there appeared to be a new regime and it was getting slammed in hard! I was just ignoring the telexes and telling a couple of the staff to do the same. Marion was no longer being supportive, and Pete and I didn’t know what to do, except just hope it would go away.
It didn’t go away though. The SO guy that looked after telexes came down from CLO to see me, to get me to answer specific RTC telexes. I didn’t want to confront them. I couldn’t just answer them ‘cause I hadn’t complied, but doing “orders query of’s” would have taken time. Next thing Marion was telling me to answer the fucking telexes. So, I did the “orders query of’s”, and got the telexes taken upstairs to CLO. Next thing Marion came down to see me, and she suggested we go down the street for a coffee, so we did.
She told me that my telexes to RTC were not sent, and that they wouldn’t be. She said very slowly and deliberately “you DON’T query RTC, compliance is the only option”. I was stunned and like, wtf? With every origination I made to her in response, she just repeated the same thing, and wouldn’t give me any data. I asked her if that meant that RTC were now senior to LRH policy, did that mean we should just chuck KSW out the window etc, etc. She wouldn’t answer me and she wouldn’t talk with me. I could tell she knew much and was carrying a lot of weight on her shoulders, but at this time, I didn’t know what, exactly.
I got back to my office, packed up my stuff, told JD I wasn’t well, and that I was going home. I just left and took the RTC telexes with me.
I had several calls at home that night, demanding the telexes. In the end, a CLO crew member had driven out to my place to get them. I was still writing answers to the bloody things when he arrived (we used to just hand write our telexes, and the telex op would type them up for us). I just “PR’d”/bullshitted my way through them., and wrote what I thought they wanted to hear, and stuff that I thought I could get away with, at a pinch. It was a load of crock.
The next morning after muster, I told the guys (PES, HES and FBO) what had gone down. We didn’t really know what the scoop was, and we didn’t have a solution. There was still the pending order for the PES to be taken off post and put through ethics and cramming. This is embarrassing, but anyway....between us, we agreed to “pretend” that the PES was being handled. Eeek! That was the only solution I could come up with. We mocked up bullshit stories and compliance reports, for that and for other demands from RTC. I couldn’t comply to their orders, but nor could I get away with not complying, so I just pretended to comply, and got the other Execs of the org to do the same. Not good, but there ya go.
Soon after this, I got what I considered a very rude and ignorant telex from one of the RTC terminals, and i answered it with a bit of a knee jerk reaction. The CO Folo had stopped checking my telex responses, and it went through. My response wasn’t that bad (at least it wasn’t any worse than the one I had received in the first place and was responding to), but then an order came down to take me off post and get me sec checked.
I objected to being taken off post – the GI of the org had been great, the Paid Comps were ‘HE’s’ (highest evers) for years, and we had interns coming off as completions. It didn’t make sense. I argued to Marion that she should telex back, and say that she was cramming me on PR, on how to answer telexes, and/or on respect or something. But that was a no go.
I had gone off NOTS about a year prior to this, ‘cause it wasn’t going well for me, and I didn’t like it. It was grinding. I used my post and my schedule as a reason to be unsessionable, and somehow I got away with slipping under the radar on that one, despite the fact that I had ‘hours’, and that I was incomplete on OT5. Now that I was off post, requiring a sec check, two of my remaining intensives were used for that sec check.
I was back on post in a week, with a very different mindset. Looking back at it, this was a pivotal point for me – not only in regard to my time on staff, but also in regard to where I was at with upper management and RTC who were now obviously running the show. I felt like a fish out of water, and I really didn’t want to be there anymore.
The other Execs didn’t want to be there anymore either. Within a few months, Pete the HES/HAS took a leave of absence ‘cause his business was in need of his attention and he had financial problems. The FBO broke her contract and left staff after having her baby. Greg (Supra) also left due to business and financial problems. These were the three that came back on staff with me. The PES also took a leave of absence. So why the fuck did I stay? Fucked if I know!!! I had stopped FSMing in new public. I had lost any and all enthusiasm I had and I didn’t really care anymore. I had decided I was fighting a losing battle, but for whatever reason I stayed. I told my senior that I had had enough, and that if she could find another ED, that I’d be out of there. I had been there for two years at that time. I had another year to go on my contract, which I didn’t care if I broke or not. My free-loader bill would have been zilch, ‘cause I didn’t get any services that I hadn’t paid for myself.
I realized that I had wasted my efforts over the prior two years. What we had built up was being shat on big time. I didn't have the will or power to oppose it. The whole tone of the place changed, and everything became an effort. Any wins we had, didn't counter the crap. Getting new public started to become a struggle, the GI wasn't just rolling in anymore, and the number of students we had went on the decline. I was dealing with what was put in front of me, but I was no longer ‘creating’ anything, and I couldn't be bothered anymore.
An “eval” was done on the org (along with the other orgs in ANZO). I was briefed on the “eval”. The “why” for the org not making 5.4x the stats, from an arbitrary date 6 months prior was..... “The ED of the org was not wearing the hat of the ED, instead she was wearing the hat of an FSM and that of a C/S in the academy, with other fish to fry”. Straight after this eval, I was being comm-ev’d for stuff like in-subordination and non-compliance, through to impersonating a scn executive staff member and using scn harmfully.
A few months down the track, Phyll Stevens arrived back in ANZO as CO ANZO. This wasn’t good. I remembered our conflict in the early eighties, and so did she. Straight off the bat, she asked to see the addendum to my contract. I handed it to her. She read it, and literally ripped it up in front of me. I told her that she didn't have the right to do that, and that I had a copy of it. She looked at me, for some seconds, said nothing, scowled and walked off. I got the message from her loud and clear, and knew I'd be pretty fucked from then on. Phyll wasn’t someone to counter, and I didn’t have the inclination to even try after that. She scared me in the early ‘80’s, and she scared me even more at this time, ‘cause it was going to be even harder for me to “hide” and stay out of her way with the post of ED. I somehow just had to bide my time. I made it clear that I was leaving, and I tried to be invisible as much as possible, but sometimes I didn't do a very good job of that, and the face-rips were just horrid.
I had already "given up" really, before Phyll arrived back in ANZO. But, under Phyll, the by-pass of the org, into every div, despite "up statistics" in many cases, was constant, and something I no longer tried to tackle.
In the end, I was putting up with it all, and just shutting up where and when I could. Every now and then, I had an objection, but mostly, I didn't really care anymore. Elaine Allan, a replacement for me, was up-lines being hatted up to take over Syd Day on garrison mission. I was relieved when she arrived, I was finished up there and “free at last”, but I sure as hell wasn’t happy - I felt squashed and like I'd just wasted three years of my life.
Thanks folks, but my last post was about a two year "honeymoon period" that didn't last.
Things were trucking along fairly well, but out of the blue, we got a few orders from RTC, directly. We had previously gotten info type telexes, and/or blanket type study orders, but never orders specifically relating to our org.
Pete the HAS/HES (who’s shoulder I used to cry on frequently, and who could stand up to management), came to see me quite distraught with this bloody telex from RTC. I went and saw Marion the CO Folo about it. She was less than communicative with me, and just said that Pete would need to follow it. It wasn’t an answer as to what was going on, but she wasn’t going to give me one, and she clearly had bigger problems.
Then I discovered I had similar telexes. One of them was to take my PES off post, and put her through an Ethics/cramming program. Eeek – there appeared to be a new regime and it was getting slammed in hard! I was just ignoring the telexes and telling a couple of the staff to do the same. Marion was no longer being supportive, and Pete and I didn’t know what to do, except just hope it would go away.
It didn’t go away though. The SO guy that looked after telexes came down from CLO to see me, to get me to answer specific RTC telexes. I didn’t want to confront them. I couldn’t just answer them ‘cause I hadn’t complied, but doing “orders query of’s” would have taken time. Next thing Marion was telling me to answer the fucking telexes. So, I did the “orders query of’s”, and got the telexes taken upstairs to CLO. Next thing Marion came down to see me, and she suggested we go down the street for a coffee, so we did.
She told me that my telexes to RTC were not sent, and that they wouldn’t be. She said very slowly and deliberately “you DON’T query RTC, compliance is the only option”. I was stunned and like, wtf? With every origination I made to her in response, she just repeated the same thing, and wouldn’t give me any data. I asked her if that meant that RTC were now senior to LRH policy, did that mean we should just chuck KSW out the window etc, etc. She wouldn’t answer me and she wouldn’t talk with me. I could tell she knew much and was carrying a lot of weight on her shoulders, but at this time, I didn’t know what, exactly.
I got back to my office, packed up my stuff, told JD I wasn’t well, and that I was going home. I just left and took the RTC telexes with me.
I had several calls at home that night, demanding the telexes. In the end, a CLO crew member had driven out to my place to get them. I was still writing answers to the bloody things when he arrived (we used to just hand write our telexes, and the telex op would type them up for us). I just “PR’d”/bullshitted my way through them., and wrote what I thought they wanted to hear, and stuff that I thought I could get away with, at a pinch. It was a load of crock.
The next morning after muster, I told the guys (PES, HES and FBO) what had gone down. We didn’t really know what the scoop was, and we didn’t have a solution. There was still the pending order for the PES to be taken off post and put through ethics and cramming. This is embarrassing, but anyway....between us, we agreed to “pretend” that the PES was being handled. Eeek! That was the only solution I could come up with. We mocked up bullshit stories and compliance reports, for that and for other demands from RTC. I couldn’t comply to their orders, but nor could I get away with not complying, so I just pretended to comply, and got the other Execs of the org to do the same. Not good, but there ya go.
Soon after this, I got what I considered a very rude and ignorant telex from one of the RTC terminals, and i answered it with a bit of a knee jerk reaction. The CO Folo had stopped checking my telex responses, and it went through. My response wasn’t that bad (at least it wasn’t any worse than the one I had received in the first place and was responding to), but then an order came down to take me off post and get me sec checked.
I objected to being taken off post – the GI of the org had been great, the Paid Comps were ‘HE’s’ (highest evers) for years, and we had interns coming off as completions. It didn’t make sense. I argued to Marion that she should telex back, and say that she was cramming me on PR, on how to answer telexes, and/or on respect or something. But that was a no go.
I had gone off NOTS about a year prior to this, ‘cause it wasn’t going well for me, and I didn’t like it. It was grinding. I used my post and my schedule as a reason to be unsessionable, and somehow I got away with slipping under the radar on that one, despite the fact that I had ‘hours’, and that I was incomplete on OT5. Now that I was off post, requiring a sec check, two of my remaining intensives were used for that sec check.
I was back on post in a week, with a very different mindset. Looking back at it, this was a pivotal point for me – not only in regard to my time on staff, but also in regard to where I was at with upper management and RTC who were now obviously running the show. I felt like a fish out of water, and I really didn’t want to be there anymore.
The other Execs didn’t want to be there anymore either. Within a few months, Pete the HES/HAS took a leave of absence ‘cause his business was in need of his attention and he had financial problems. The FBO broke her contract and left staff after having her baby. Greg (Supra) also left due to business and financial problems. These were the three that came back on staff with me. The PES also took a leave of absence. So why the fuck did I stay? Fucked if I know!!! I had stopped FSMing in new public. I had lost any and all enthusiasm I had and I didn’t really care anymore. I had decided I was fighting a losing battle, but for whatever reason I stayed. I told my senior that I had had enough, and that if she could find another ED, that I’d be out of there. I had been there for two years at that time. I had another year to go on my contract, which I didn’t care if I broke or not. My free-loader bill would have been zilch, ‘cause I didn’t get any services that I hadn’t paid for myself.
I realized that I had wasted my efforts over the prior two years. What we had built up was being shat on big time. I didn't have the will or power to oppose it. The whole tone of the place changed, and everything became an effort. Any wins we had, didn't counter the crap. Getting new public started to become a struggle, the GI wasn't just rolling in anymore, and the number of students we had went on the decline. I was dealing with what was put in front of me, but I was no longer ‘creating’ anything, and I couldn't be bothered anymore.
An “eval” was done on the org (along with the other orgs in ANZO). I was briefed on the “eval”. The “why” for the org not making 5.4x the stats, from an arbitrary date 6 months prior was..... “The ED of the org was not wearing the hat of the ED, instead she was wearing the hat of an FSM and that of a C/S in the academy, with other fish to fry”. Straight after this eval, I was being comm-ev’d for stuff like in-subordination and non-compliance, through to impersonating a scn executive staff member and using scn harmfully.
A few months down the track, Phyll Stevens arrived back in ANZO as CO ANZO. This wasn’t good. I remembered our conflict in the early eighties, and so did she. Straight off the bat, she asked to see the addendum to my contract. I handed it to her. She read it, and literally ripped it up in front of me. I told her that she didn't have the right to do that, and that I had a copy of it. She looked at me, for some seconds, said nothing, scowled and walked off. I got the message from her loud and clear, and knew I'd be pretty fucked from then on. Phyll wasn’t someone to counter, and I didn’t have the inclination to even try after that. She scared me in the early ‘80’s, and she scared me even more at this time, ‘cause it was going to be even harder for me to “hide” and stay out of her way with the post of ED. I somehow just had to bide my time. I made it clear that I was leaving, and I tried to be invisible as much as possible, but sometimes I didn't do a very good job of that, and the face-rips were just horrid.
I had already "given up" really, before Phyll arrived back in ANZO. But, under Phyll, the by-pass of the org, into every div, despite "up statistics" in many cases, was constant, and something I no longer tried to tackle.
In the end, I was putting up with it all, and just shutting up where and when I could. Every now and then, I had an objection, but mostly, I didn't really care anymore. Elaine Allan, a replacement for me, was up-lines being hatted up to take over Syd Day on garrison mission. I was relieved when she arrived, I was finished up there and “free at last”, but I sure as hell wasn’t happy - I felt squashed and like I'd just wasted three years of my life.
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That story changes like quicksilver if they take a dip, though! 
I'm just chugging away at cleaning out the garbage! 
Carmel and