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Saint Dirty Face

Tag: #WorkplaceChaos

  • You Reap What You Sow

    Robert

    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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  • Morons Leading the Fold

    Robert

    Every day in public health feels like watching a slow-motion car crash directed by idiots who think they’re brilliant. Today’s episode? Reduction in force—a polite little phrase for “let’s axe the people who actually know what the hell they’re doing.”

    We’re talking folks with 5, 7, and even 10 plus years of tenure, shown the door like they’re disposable coffee filters. Then, like a cosmic punchline, their positions magically reopen so some newbie can be hired at half the pay, no loyalty, and a 50/50 shot they’ll quit after two months.

    Genius, right? Morons in charge. Morons on parade.

    It started with a 20% funding cut. Then—surprise!—reduced to 5%. But instead of recalibrating, the overlords double down: “Still gotta make reductions!”

    Translation: “We don’t have a clue, but hey, let’s keep pretending we do.”

    So now it’s me watching leadership light the place on fire while sipping a beer and thinking: this isn’t survival of the fittest, it’s survival of the dumbest.

    And the people who really suffer? Not us. Not them. The patients.

    Because when you gut experience, you gut care. When you replace grit with revolving-door hires, you trade public health for public hazard.

    But what do I know? I’m just the guy in the ashes, watching the circus, calling it like I see it.

    Stay Dirty. Stay Rebellious.

    —Saint Dirty Face™