Sure. Every breath I took offended the conscience of someone, and I was getting counseled for everything. I eventually adopted a more militant attitude. If I was counseled I'd hold out a bible and say, "show me from here or shut up". When commended for shaving off my moustache I'd grow it back. When counseled for having a bright tie I bought a flourescent one. When counseled for leaving my ladder on my car while out in service I sold the car and bought a 2 seater van with a nice roof rack. The ladder then had a new permenent home. The added bonus was that I no longer had to take whining publishers™ out in service™ with me. Instead, me and a MS would do a return visit to Bert and Ernie's bar where we'd get shitfaced and flirt with hot waitresses.
The elders did not consider me "maleable" and were probably glad to see me leave the cult.
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