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Saturday, October 31, 2009

An everything shortage and the traffic lights don't work

At any given moment this week there will have been four meetings going on in council buildings wherein a bunch of highly-paid people will have been gathered together to be told that the council is skint. Over the past three weeks some of these highly-paid people will have been to four or five meetings for to be told that the council is skint.

At current rates of pay you wouldn't be getting any change from £250 from any of these meetings.

9 comments:

Pat said...

I hope you get chance to relax at the week-ends.

Macy said...

Call me little Miss Cynical Sunshine, but I bet it's not long before they revisit the rates of pay of these highly paid individuals. That should make your meetings cheaper....

Kevin Musgrove said...

It's when we get the work done Pat.

Macy: Little Miss Cynical Sunshine has been reading council minutes...

Madame DeFarge said...

Ah, but there's different budgets for different types of skint. I know these things. I'm a very baby accountant.

:: Wendy :: said...

Maybe if they were hot-desking with online conferencing services they would be able to be present in all 4 meetings at the same time, thereby quarterising the expense of discovering how broke the council is and not having to travel anywhere to discover it.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Madame DF: I can confirm that this is "can still pay huge consultancy fees" skint. Which means that public services are fucked.

Wendy: I can see that I'll have to explain how mobile working works in Helminthdale...

Gadjo Dilo said...

What on earth makes a meeting cost £250?? Biscuits from Harrods and Da Hong Pao tea?

:: Wendy :: said...

Gadjo, you'd only get 2 people for half an hour in my company for 250 quid, but we have all got unersity degrees and clean fingernails

Gadjo Dilo said...

Wendy, it's a different world: I got university degrees, clean fingernails and the sack... and I never got invited to meetings! (Oops, feeling a bit sorry for myself there).