Saint Dirty Face

They always say “leadership starts at the top.”

Yeah, well—so does the rot.

A perfectly good clinic… running smooth, tight crew, morale high.

Then comes administration—storming in with all the grace of a drunk raccoon holding a clipboard—

tearing it apart to “make improvements.”

Translation: ego trip with a PowerPoint.

Now it’s rubble.

Staff gone.

Supervisor confused, clutching her badge like it’s a damn compass in a hurricane.

And the nurse left behind? Complains louder than an airhorn in a church—delegating her work to no one, because surprise… everyone’s gone.

You reap what you sow, baby.

You planted pride, arrogance, and delusion—and expected daisies?

Nah. You got weeds, chaos, and a clinic ghost town.

Here’s the truth:

If you keep treating good people like they’re disposable,

don’t cry when the trash takes itself out.

Peace to the ones who left with dignity.

Good luck to the ones trying to duct-tape the Titanic.

And to management?

Enjoy the silence you built.

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Saint Dirty Face™

[Stay Dirty, Stay Rebellious™]

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