Ah the Memories…

A good friend and colleague sent me a picture the other day and asked me about the “Anniversary” coming up.

The group picture was all the PITAHC registered Chiropractors and PITAHC staff, with the notable exception of The Tetrault entourage (his doctors despise him so he brings a phalanx of office sycophants), his “beautiful” wife (his words when he introduced her), and his woefully unqualified assistant and mistress (Unqualified as a company employee, no comments on her talents as a mistress.) I say that because of a September 22, 2018 correspondence in which Tetrault confesses he moved his mistress up the company rungs: “7. Giving you a place to live was a good decision to give us more privacy. In the end it exposed us. 8. Investing in your future was next on agenda. Giving you higher position in the company to earn you more money and experience.”

Yes, the man sent his Worker/lover a billet point letter on how their love “under imperfect conditions” existed because of the “heartfelt choices” they made.

While he was carrying on the charade that he was a happily married Christian man with a functioning company, he had spent the week in Cebu after my resignation and before the general assembly constructing a new charade, that I was his umpteenth doctor who he had to fire for abusing his staff. And there I was, his latest but certainly not last arch nemesis (and probably not even the worst, anymore), inhabiting the same room with him.

The gravity of the moment must have been weary on what remains of his soul. Just look at the dour Fuck:

For a man who fancies himself a leader of the profession in the country he was awfully silent in that meeting with the notable exception of wanting to glad hand, and profess platitudes to the people he gossiply mocks. But his demeanor at this meeting was the same as the visage in this picture, a perfect encapsulation of the void of a lost soul.

It was a net loss for him that day. I stood up and announced to the gathered that I was a Free agent having left a “large chain organization”, a comment that produced a scowl of distain from Tetrault. His doctors learned they had violated PITAHC regulations and Philippines law with unlicensed practice, a revelation he still continues to hide. His Chiropractors came up to me to thank me for the email chain I sent the week before, showing me what I had always known, that the Chiros silently hold contempt for the man. Of the seven Mabuhay Chiros in that picture only one (I believe) remains, and he’s lost a lot more than seven since that picture was taken. Hell, speaking of that picture he’s also lost an operations manager (who he fired, claiming she was spreading malicious gossip about him). On and a wife he’s lost as well. I imagine the mistress isn’t too far behind when the money runs dry.

Yes, the man had the sads that day, and the sads have continued non stop since he decided to hurt one asshole too many. Dole cases have been successfully launched (and won). And he owes thousands to former assistants, GM’s and Chiropractors. He has to set up dummy companies to recruit and hire imagine consultants because his name is shit in the field. He can’t even interact with the public on social media because he is righteously harassed by the chiropractors he has screwed over, and has to segregate his doctors from each other because that peaceful assembly shit is bad for a shit dictatorship.

All in all June 7th 2018 might have been the start of Mabuhay’s run of bad luck.

I wonder who started that run 😏