Agency is supreme
If there is anything
a free agent as I can desire is that one never loses agency, the need outside
the machinations of systems put in place to implement processes with no
consideration of the people affected.
Incensed does not
begin to describe the sense of unjust and atrocious manipulation one has been
subjected to whilst apparatchiks go about ticking boxes, dotting their I’s and
crossing their T’s, ensuring the P’s and Q’s are just right, aligning forms to
readers and auditors whose main purpose is to see to the rules being followed
as an embodiment of mendacious misrule.
One has suffered
How my person has
been abused, the man in the middle trying to manage expectations completely
oblivious of the indignities suffered at the hands of mindless bureaucracies
seeking relevance where common sense has deserted the fray. Whilst one cannot
say it has been intentional, the consequence has been no less demeaning, one’s
interest in the project is now barely there but for the genuinely nice people
we once called colleagues.
In all the toing and
froing, it has been impossible to plan anything and in the process, a month has
passed in what was supposed to be an interregnum of not more than a week. In my
heart of hearts, finding something else would be the better part of the story.
No one, I mean, no one, should be subjected to this sham of a system pretending
to ensure everything is in order.
References
Blog - The
auction of grey matter is open
Blog - Sitting here
in limbo
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