Nothing (much) To Report

Now, where I work at “odd community charity” all has never been well. We’re governed by a bunch of (for want of a better word) errr, faffers. They have such lovely grandiose ideas of nothingness/the impossible and seem completely incapable of actually doing anything remotely practical or work-like. Most of them have written academic books on weird and wonderful community strategies…but the fact that not one of them could boil an egg is very worrying.

This is illustrated rather smashingly by what happened at the last away day. The directors had 2 days, in some nunnery near The Priory in London and we, the lowly staff had to turn up on the second day to feel “included”. We thought they actually wanted our input and they were slightly irked at our response to how they’d spent the previous day: they’d just drawn a diagram of our key messages within 3 circles. *sigh*

They thought they’d done something pretty spectacular. We were not impressed.

We still don’t have a strategic plan and we don’t actually allow our members to vote on any key issues on how the organisation is run. I think that this is actually a bit illegal.

Anyway, at our last staff meeting we vented our feelings and I’ve now refused to go to the next away day unless they pull their socks up. Other people are now joining me daily in my stance against the board and it’s faffing.

Now, I like a revolution as much as the next person, I didn’t expect to be one of the ring leaders! I thought it was going to be such a lovely, quiet job. I can feel a P45 coming on.

 -moosh