The bitter end: #3 Bold ain't bulletproof

I stepped into the office this mornin' with an optimistic mind today. Was gonna get some real work done and be one step closer to out the door to whatever's next for me. Then I had to go into the clinic...

I needed a couple things outta one of my treatment rooms. I round the corner into my hallway to a couple new faces, my replacements. Didn't know it at the time, but by the time I made it into my room, I had it figured out. Everything of mine is laid in the floor and what was my space was fast filling with equipment from the outsource company brought in to do the job I just lost.

Ballsy huh? Bringing in the new before the old is gone... I spent the rest of my mornin' in my truck smoking cigarettes, trying to decide whether I could remain calm thru the rest of my obligations to my contract. It's this kind of cut throat, careless, heartless, holier than thou means of doing business that leads to "goin' postal".

I'd be lyin' if I said my mind hasn't rolled all kinds of wicked ideas around in the last three days. Lucky for those involved, I have a great support base and I'm realitively stable upstairs. I'd like nothing more right now than to show them that had it been a lesser person they fucked with, that their decisions/actions would/could have carried much heavier consequences.

The bitter end: #2 Guilty dog syndrome

I've walked in and out of my office and lab, thru the clinic and to the front a number of times today. You can see in the faces of the general staff that they know something is wrong, but don't really know what. I've only crossed paths with one partner today and you could smell the fear and taste the tention in the clinic. The other two must be avoiding me like the black dead, cuz normally I would catch them in passing many times throughout the day. Can't say I blame the one. He is the one that when things started changing and power shifted, made a point to come tell me "how much he and the others wanted me to stay", and "how appreciated I was around the office". I feel like he was honest in those thoughts then, but was then railroaded by the other two into this ultimately ugly end to our relationship. Even in the meeting last week, when they announced their decision, he wouldn't look at me. Does that make him better or worse than the rest? Only time will tell, but for now, they can all continue to look away as I pass. There is a sick and twisted feeling of justice and self worth that runs up my spine to see the guilty dogs cowering into whatever paperwork or conversation they can find to hide their eyes from mine.

The bitter end: #1 Let the games begin

Some know, most don't, but my medical practice was officially terminated last Friday. My clinic has been under new ownership for about the last month, and the new partners have decided their best business move was to no longer continue to provide in house pedorthic treatment. "Nothing personal", they told me, as I was handed my contract release papers.

Feels personal. Feels like I was viewed as part of the old guard around here, and in that, some kind of threat to their new found riches. I feel as if I could never trust anyone that my only ties are business relations. I see more clearly the rational of those people who, in times past, have walked thru the offices of their would be betrayers with automatic weapons, as if that somehow levels the injustice they've recently been served. That's not my style or form of justice though. No, I'd much rather uphold my end of the deal by taking care of my patients and their needs until the closure date, Oct 9th. From that date, I will have fulfilled my end of my contract.

Later, when these corporate scumbags try to stiff this seemingly simple country boy they don't respect, I will have my justice served at the end of a courtroom gavel. I fully expect these people to try to wiggle out of any and all moneys due to me, and I am already preparing for such. I will have my proverbial pipebombs at the ready, to strategically place up each of their arrogant asses.

Stay tuned for more, as I'm sure this isn't the end, just the beginning of it...