I’ve finally found the time to update everyone on the status of the Bloggergate Saga.
After more than a month of exhaustive investigation, the lynch mob from the Health Care Agency found exactly what they knew when they started their wild goose chase.
I did not blog from work!
Since they could not find any evidence that I blogged from work, the management lynch mob had to make something up to justify their actions. They now claim that I have misused county time and engaged in an egregious misuse of county equipment by looking at such inappropriate websites as CNN, MSNBC, OC Register; LATimes, OCBlog, Orange Juice Blog, The LiberalOC and most horrible of all, I sent emails to my roommate, myself, and occasionally non-work related acquaintances.
As a result of my alleged and mostly unproven misconduct (they could prove the emails), I have received my first written reprimand in more than 9 years of service with the County of Orange Health Care Agency. Of course, I will appeal the reprimand, but I have little confidence in the likelihood of my success. The arbiter in this matter is none other than County CEO Thomas Mauk. As reported in the OCRegister, he doesn’t like blogs or bloggers so the best I can hope to do is write a rebuttal to their unfounded claims.
I find the amount of time and money these fools spent trying to find something to hang around my neck, just because I helped nail them for wasting and mismanaging Federal grant funds to the tune of $143,000 in penalties, and I criticized Supervisor Norby in a blog post, to be a colossal waste. It’s funny, in a sad sort of way, we’ve got Supervisor Moorlach declaring war on such waste as paying county employees comparable salaries and benefits, while Health Care Agency managers waste, time, money, and God knows what other resources trying to nail me because I am not afraid to speak the truth.
Oh crap! I wonder what these bastards will do now that I’ve blogged about Supervisor Moorlach?
C’est la vie.
Geez, no Weekly. We’re sad…
Gustavo,
Sorry to have left The Weekly off of the list. Every Thursday, or sometimes Friday, I did read “Ask a Mexican,” “Commie Girl,” “Diary of a Mad County,” and what ever dirt Scott Moxley had dug up that week, on my break of course.