I have sat through dozens and dozens of forest industry corporate exercises in persuading the community folks in the room that a) they can’t afford to do better or b) they are going to do better tomorrow or c) they are great well-meaning people and it is all someone else’s fault. Meanwhile of course the chainsaws bite and the toxins flow.
We in the environmental field call it “Talk and log.”
Today at the mock Family Council at Comox Valley Seniors Village where my true love is entombed, we got all of it full press.
We got the lovely delicacies. We got the excuses – not me, it was before I was in charge (but of course the Chinese corporation and Island Health were in charge whoever the faces in the minor management roles at the moment).
It is the government’s fault because they don’t pay us enough (said with sorrowful faces while they know they do not deliver the hours of care they ARE paid for, because how else can they make a profit?)
It is the union’s fault because they aren’t negotiating for pensions for the staff (I kid you not, and about then I got very nauseous.)
It is those lazy care aides, standing round doing nothing. Yep their fault. You bet, let’s blame the workers.
oh yeah it is you families, always phoning the nurses to find out how your beloveds are. You have to stop that because we’ve cut the shifts and they don’t have time to talk to you anymore.
The difference for me from the forest industry is now they hold my dear very ill darling captive, while the lies grind slow.
I went home and cried and cried. I have failed him, leaving him, in my desperation, in the clutches of a company that will do anything for profit.
Then I took a very long shower trying to wash off that “Family Council.”
It didn’t work.