There’s a good story in today’s online Wirral Globe, all about how the new CEO at Wirral Council has sent a letter to all staff, setting out his stall and proclaiming his ‘passion’ for all things public service, and how he’s just like you and me because he supports a local football team, was born in Bootle and visited New Brighton as a child.
As you can see, he’s also reassured us he’s in ‘listening mode’. But I question this, and have a very good reason for doing so. To see why, follow here:
The comments so far on this story are far more revealing than the article itself and master of his trade Bobby47 is in full flow. I do hope Mr Robinson is taking time to read the views of the people he serves. It would after all make a lot of sense wouldn’t it?
The internet is a wonderful thing, because out there somewhere is the answer to every question, puzzle or enigma, and it exists either by design or by mistake. The inspiration you’re looking for is here, waiting to be found. It’s wading through the rest of the crap, finding it and applying it that’s the difficult part, especially if you’re being paid £175,000 a year to work to an internal agenda that seems to have boxed you in and excised the words ‘public service’ from every document, whilst binning the old-fashioned, pre-common purpose rules.
So off you go, flying your new desk, but hurtling in the opposite direction; spinning, jargonising, dissembling, frustrating and confounding… and if you do it well, stay ahead of the game, keep the wolf of central government inspectors away from the door, you bank £14,583.33 at the end of each month and get patted on the back by relieved councillors and senior officers who’d been building up a sweat ever since the last bloke ‘got found out’ and made for the exit.
But why do you do what you do? Here’s the killer answer: because you’re passionate about helping the public – and not yourself, oh no – just like these stuffed shirts…
This is just the first few pages of rabid bluster. It goes on for hundreds more…