By now you’ve probably seen Wells Fargo CEO John Stumpf on TV being pummeled by Senator Elizabeth Warren and others. He is this fall’s corporate pinata.

Actually, what’s happening now reminds me of this scene from Airplane.

He is an easy target. Senators and congressmen are lined up to take a shot.

Stumpf’s had more money than I’ll make in a lifetime removed from his compensation and more public shaming and ridicule than anyone should endure. It’s not enough. Not even close.

Here’s what he did. Please tell me if this has happened at your place:

The big boss sends an edict from above which just can’t be accomplished with current staffing. So, people work off-the-clock or fudge part of the job or in Wells Fargo’s case, cheat, lie and steal.

Wells Fargo’s staff was driven hard to make what many felt were unreasonable goals. Failure to perform might get you canned.

The people who committed these crimes should be punished — but so should those who relentlessly drove them to do it! Stumpf is the responsible party for these crimes. He should be tried on criminal charges.

We need to see more senior management held accountable.

Everyone wants credit when it goes their way then hides when it doesn’t.

As you probably know my surgery scheduled for Tuesday was postponed.

As part of the standard pre-op procedure I received a stress test which led to two stents for blockages on my “widow maker” artery. It was a simple procedure performed with me awake.

The protocol for a stent calls for 30 days of surgical kryptonite in the form of an anticoagulant. When the anesthesiologist looked at my charts he balked at performing the surgery only 14 days in, though the cardiologist and surgeon had both agreed it would be OK.

This happened Monday late afternoon for a Tuesday early morning procedure. So, yeah I’m pissed because it was inconsiderate to wait until the last minute and of course I want this operation at the earliest possible moment. The new date is when it should originally have been scheduled.

The last few days have been difficult, first in anticipation of the surgery and now in making sure everyone is on the same page and in agreement.

October 11 is my new day. I report at 10:00 with surgery at noon. I wonder if it will be catered?

I got a call from my surgeon’s office early this evening. Bad news. My operation is getting pushed back.

My surgeon and cardiologist agreed on a protocol for my anticoagulant — when to start and stop. The anesthesiologist disagreed. Everyone involved is allowed to hit the stop button. I can’t fault him for using his best judgement.

It’s just troubling this happened around 5:00 PM the night before the actual surgery. This has been on the schedule for nearly a week.

My sister and brother-in-law flew in from Wisconsin. I’ve taken the cleanse. Coverage at work was rejiggered. Oh yeah… there’s also cancer in me that needs to come out.

Stuff like this isn’t without stress. I’ve done a lot of thinking about the operation over the past few days. I know what faces me. Now I’ve got to go through Days 3, 2, and 1 again.

Quite honestly it sucks.

I just got a call from my surgeon. It’s put off again.

I’m not sure what to say, but I am a basket case at the moment.

The postponement is a technical drug issue.

We’re on the final countdown to surgery. All systems are go for Tuesday at 7:30 AM. Still, as the clock ticks I have to tasks to perform. Tonight it’s the cleanse!

About 15 minutes ago I swigged most of a ten ounce bottle of Magnesium Citrate followed by a glass of water. The Magnesium Citrate tastes like cherry soda made with salt water. It’s pretty awful.

I was scheduled for surgery earlier and went through this then. Nothing happened. The Magnesium Citrate was a dud.

It could happen again. Probably not.

That’s probably enough info for now.

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