Smile on me.
Help me set
The captives free.
When I was fired from the national office of the Society of St. Vincent de Paul last summer, I considered myself the lucky one. I used to tell my friends there that the only thing worse than being fired was being kept on. Truly and without exaggeration, that office was the most dysfunctional, dishonest, and hostile place I’ve ever worked in my life — and I’ve worked in some pretty substandard places. That’s why I devoted my first “Rosalie” (above) to the co-workers I’d left behind — the poor slobs who are still subject to the abuse of a trio of incompetent and corrupt managers. My last “Rosalie” (below) I wrote on the eve of the national meeting that I hoped would address the problem openly and honestly. Alas, instead of candor and correction, there was cover-up and denial.
Let there be
There’s another national meeting this coming week. Will justice and charity prevail this time? Probably not, but I’m still invoking Rosalie and hoping for the best.