Where I am working at the present, the smallest of decisions requires at least three meetings involving at least four different people, none of whom discuss anything with each other outside of the meetings.
If I casually tell one of them about my simple intention of getting a little job done, the other three get into a strop about not having been consulted about it. In this way, a two hour task turns into a three week one, but everyone continues to make money except me, who actually loses it.
Today, I have gone over old ground about the level of a 20mm hole through a wall. Should it be at ground level, or could it be 80mm above ground on the outside? If the owner says one thing and they have done another, then they run around like headless chickens, blaming each other for this unforgivable error. They spend 50% of their time covering their arses, and arse-covering costs money - but not their money.
They have ALL got their own offices - even the plumber has his own office! White walls, desk, computer, telephone - the lot. The bleeding plumber!
So I tippy-toe around them, trying to mind my own business without upsetting any of them and trying to fulfil very clear instructions direct from my client - their employer. He has unwittingly created a self-governing monster, just because he has been loyally keeping everyone in gainful employment.
The most useful thing I learned in Art School was this: Never upset the caretakers. They have the keys to all the doors and cupboards.
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