Cahpter 3.

What really happened was much worse.

I finally was able to speak on the phone with my (former) boss this evening. It was a set-up. She was always the intended target. Axe Man had told her it was me in order to get her out of her sickbed to come into the office so he could fire her there.

While I was out smoking, he went into her office and sat down. She began a defense of me. He said, "Stop. It's not about Janie. It's about you. Your postion is being terminated. May I have your cell phone, your office credit card, and your keys. You may take your 401K." And that was the end of the conversation.

We were among the first clinics hit. As the day rolled on, phone calls passed between clinics and the scenario was the same everywhere. One or more Axe men arrive, people were told their jobs have ended, and they are gone. Clerical staff, clinicians, case managers, program managers. It was the same for all. When I left at 5:00 today, the death toll was still rising, as we waited for other clinics to check in. "You are done. Cell phones and keys please." No notice, no severance pay, no nothing. Not even an I'm sorry it has to be this way. No termination with clients. No thank you for the hard you have done.

Names on pieces of paper.

No more new referrals for indigent people. No money in it.

I don't know what this outfit was like befor June of last year. In the fall, they sold themselves to a for-profit managment company. It is somehow structured so that the division I work for 'still meets not for profit status.

Good forbid someone take secrets with them about how to do a diagnostic assessment.

Naw, Boss Hogg's just a figment of Bobert's imagination.

Janie.