Blown for Good - Marc Morgan Headley [58]
There was another muster at Building 36 that night. Everybody was going to be up all night getting the mud out from under the buildings that had flooded and patching up other damage. The Tapes staff were typically exempt from these sorts of things since we had to produce tapes no matter what, and if we were off somewhere digging out mud, no tapes were being made. We went back to our areas. One good thing about being on the night shift, we were staying all night anyway! Some of the day shift crew were made to go and dig out mud while the night shift crew stayed and worked.
Everyone also had to get condition formulas written up and submitted before anyone was allowed to go home for the night. We just went back to work as usual and did our thing.
The whole organization ended up staying up all night. No one went home.
In the morning, we went to breakfast for only 15 minutes and went to get on the bus. We were told that we were not going home and that we had to stay for morning muster. If we did not get on the bus, we would not have a ride home and would end up being stuck at the base all day.
We went back to Building 36 to wait for muster. As the crew gathered, tension rose. Not only were people in a bad mood from having lost the privilege to sleep, having a shortened breakfast and being assigned lowered conditions, there were a few crew who considered themselves above the rest, as they began calling out staff for being more out-ethics than others. Someone made a wise crack while standing in line, and one girl called him on it saying he was a joker and degrader and that he was to turn in a Team Share card. They started arguing and people were telling them to shut up and get back in line.
Just then roll call was started. The master at arms called out the divisions as he always did. As he was reading them out, someone very loudly interrupted him. He was an officer I had never seen before. He was dressed in a different Sea Org uniform than the rest of us. It was the uniform a Sea Org member wore while on a mission into another organization. It was Greg Wilhere, an officer in Religious Technology Center. Standing next to him was another guy that I did recognize. Greg began addressing us:
“We are on a mission in your org. We are being run by COB directly and we will be reporting back to him daily. Obviously, you all read yesterday’s issue. Well we are here to enforce that issue and make sure it gets done. We are also going to have some new rules around here in regards to how you guys operate.
“Everyone is to be where you are supposed to be when you are supposed to be there. There are going to be several musters each day. If anyone is late to any one of those musters, even by ten seconds, you will be assigned an all night amends project.
“If that same person is late a second time, they will be instantly assigned to the Rehabilitation Project Force in Los Angeles – no exceptions.
“Each day you will all participate in team drills as an organization.
“Each day you will participate in marching drills as an organization.
“Each day you will participate in Chinese Schooling key L. Ron Hubbard data.
“This is the only way you guys will be able to become a true organization and get out of your lower conditions.
“I will now turn this over to Mr. James Byrnes who will run you on Chinese school and marching.”
The other guy walked out in front of the crew. He looked down the lines of crew and told people to get straightened up and to stand in straight lines. Then he went back to the middle of the muster site. He started barking out commands.
“Ten Hut!
“At ease!
“Ten Hut!
“At ease!
“Ten Hut!
“At ease!
“Ten Hut!
“At ease!
“Ten Hut!
“Right face.
“Left Face.
“About face.
“At ease.
“Ten Hut.
“Left face.
“At ease.
“Oh, my god! You guys are pathetic! Are you still asleep? You are horrible. Half of you don’t even know your left from right! You are sloppy. You look like crap. You look like you don’t care. You don’t care, we know that. You guys are losers. We are here to make you into winners and