Part 6-The End of Staff
My post was now in jeopardy and I had already decided not to renew my contract.
Scn has no fondness for people with disabilities. I rapidly learned Braille; I transcribed all the programs I needed into Braille.
I was written up for copyright violations for this transcribing, too. Training was now impossible for me, so we continued my FPRD. My eyesight did not improve (Gee, I wonder why?)
I asked for assistance to be replaced on my post and transfer to one that I thought I could do. The ED said she had other more pressing posts to fill. Gee, I thought mine was a vital post, guess she didn't really want the org to survive.
The last straw came from a visit from the CO CLO. I guess he didn't like something he saw, because I suddenly found myself Urgent Directed off post pending a Board of Investigation. (This was an off-line order)
I, quite honestly, told the BOI, that I felt that I was no longer qualified to hold the post and I requested a Comm Ev. Then I was transferred to Call-In.
That I could do and the public knew me and they came in.
An FCB mission arrived in the org. The Tech Stats were down, so during an investigation as to why, they decided that this very PTS person (me) had been transferred into Tech. So they got rid of me.
Now, there is a policy letter called HCOPL Out Ethics Orgs. (verbal tech here) It says that when you find an org with no HCO, no LRH Comm and no Treasury, you have an out-ethics org. Well, the org had all three of these points Did that mission look at this? No way.
BUT, there was no way in hell I was going back on my old post, so I let the mission send me out of the org.
Sam had run his business into the ground with several impulsive and bad investments; our own finances were in disarray because I had handed them all over to Sam in a marital dispute; I was summarily dismissed pending Comm Ev and what looked like possible declare.
Sam was actually delighted. He thought it was about time. He didn't think very much of what Ihad made while on staff nor of the benefits he received (like auditing at half-price). He was glad I was home. But not all was rosey in our lives.
Sam was going to file bankruptcy. When I finally got a good look at where we stood financially, it was like trying to stop a freight train. Our house was up for foreclosure, we owed back taxes, and that so-called partner had ripped us off to the toon of $60,000. Not to mention a geat number of other debts.
Since bankruptcy is a legal flap, we had to report it to OSA. During that trip into the org, a friend from Tech handed me a box of all my personal belongings. I really got the point that they did not want me back!
We filed bankruptcy--or Sam did. All money was placed in my name to keep it safe from creditors. Some of the creditors who lost in that action had lent us money for Scn. We sold our house, but all the proceeds went to pay creditors.
I waited for my Comm Ev. And waited. And waited.
Finally I was told it had been cancelled because it was stale-dated (no kidding) and I was to report to the org or be a "free loader" again.
Well, I wasn't going that route again, so I went in with all our finances and pointed out that because I couldn't see and we still had outrageous debts, I was no longer qualified to be on staff and I wanted to route off. I forced HCO to put me on a routing form. The HAS at the time was a 17 year old boy who I had had in front of me several times as an ethics case.
I did the routing form, not on the org that had dismissed me, but on the other org. My old org wasn't talking to me...no comm, not one word. When they called the house they talked to Sam--not me. I often wondered if I had really been declared and not told about it -- or if they were so guilty at their off-policy handling of my cycle that they couldn't confront me.
This time the was no policy prorating a free loader debt...but, with the help of a friend in Treasury, I petitioned the Exec Council--I had finished most of my contract...in fact, if you went entirely by dates, I was 3 months over my contract...and the free loader debt was waived. I have it in writing.
By now, I had learned to keep copies of everything...amnesties, invoices, memos...because without them you could and did get screwed.
I was now officially out!
Sam and I packed up our belongings and our kids and moved....far, far away to recover and lick our wounds.
But we didn't move far enough!
The chains were loosening, but they weren't broken yet...and disaster waited just around the corner.