This next time period was pretty wild. Everything was lining up so perfectly. I felt alive for the first time in forever. It was so brilliantly poised. To me it felt there was actual magic in this story, the kind that people could tap into, and use it to brighten up their life a little.
Only it didn't happen. The recession did. Then there was this crazy Actors Strike, For some reason the working class people thought they could starve out the mega-rich, during a recession. I admire your spirit, but that's just not good math.
The clinic I worked for got steadily less healthy.
I got flown to Texas because I was the only one who could get through to a kid, but the owners said I couldn't get a raise. Because they were tight on money. Then they started reducing my hours, even though my performance was stellar.
I probably should have paid better attention to the 400 dollar shoes and the brand new mercedes convertibles they both drove. That's a long ugly story best served after I talk to a lawyer, but suffice it to say I had to leave my dream job because I did not feel I could work their and stay in Integrity.
Numerous practices occurred for me as either unwise or in one case illegal. Keeping quiet about what I perceived as unhealthy was making me sick again. I got weak again, and the MRSA came back. I left the clinic.
Once I know what I can say, I will definitely tell that story.
I will say this. I had a coincidental encounter with a person with inside knowledge of the corp that bought the clinic.
Turns out they "may" have bought it for 7-8 times the cash flow.
Which means that if you were the seller you'd want to keep your operating costs very low. You'd do that by reducing your payroll, and skimping on staff, and food and such. You could also stick 10 kids in a facility only certified for 6. I'll let you draw your own conclusions from here.
On thing I do know for sure is that Asa was the heart, soul and backbone of that place. She held it all together with constant 50-60 hour weeks and when it got sold for millons of dollars the owners gave her exactly squat.
That kind of high velocity douchebaggery depresses the hell out of me.
I'll spare you the story, but everything went south again. I spiraled back down again. This time though, I had better tools. I also had a reason to get better, something worth fighting for. I had seen first hand how this story helped people see the patterns in their life. I also now knew that Kung Flow could beat addiction.
It got really hard again, but then just when it was darkest,
I saw a light.
Only it didn't happen. The recession did. Then there was this crazy Actors Strike, For some reason the working class people thought they could starve out the mega-rich, during a recession. I admire your spirit, but that's just not good math.
The clinic I worked for got steadily less healthy.
I got flown to Texas because I was the only one who could get through to a kid, but the owners said I couldn't get a raise. Because they were tight on money. Then they started reducing my hours, even though my performance was stellar.
I probably should have paid better attention to the 400 dollar shoes and the brand new mercedes convertibles they both drove. That's a long ugly story best served after I talk to a lawyer, but suffice it to say I had to leave my dream job because I did not feel I could work their and stay in Integrity.
Numerous practices occurred for me as either unwise or in one case illegal. Keeping quiet about what I perceived as unhealthy was making me sick again. I got weak again, and the MRSA came back. I left the clinic.
Once I know what I can say, I will definitely tell that story.
I will say this. I had a coincidental encounter with a person with inside knowledge of the corp that bought the clinic.
Turns out they "may" have bought it for 7-8 times the cash flow.
Which means that if you were the seller you'd want to keep your operating costs very low. You'd do that by reducing your payroll, and skimping on staff, and food and such. You could also stick 10 kids in a facility only certified for 6. I'll let you draw your own conclusions from here.
On thing I do know for sure is that Asa was the heart, soul and backbone of that place. She held it all together with constant 50-60 hour weeks and when it got sold for millons of dollars the owners gave her exactly squat.
That kind of high velocity douchebaggery depresses the hell out of me.
I'll spare you the story, but everything went south again. I spiraled back down again. This time though, I had better tools. I also had a reason to get better, something worth fighting for. I had seen first hand how this story helped people see the patterns in their life. I also now knew that Kung Flow could beat addiction.
It got really hard again, but then just when it was darkest,
I saw a light.
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