a Plethora of Wrong

PoW – a Plethora of Wrong surrounds me. Remarkably misguided steps by leadership capsize the ship that has attempted to guide itself back into calm waters by the steady hand of the crew. We have toiled for years. The unpaid labor by people whose purpose is the betterment of the community. Then along comes someone who flips the table, crashes the dishes, and engages in pretend caring while erasing all the progress of the many years work that precedes him.

What good can come about when there is no pre-planning of major events? I live in a throw it against the wall to see if it sticks type of workplace. The problem is that hundreds, perhaps thousands, of peoples lives are at stake. Not in a life or death manner, but rather in a succeed or stay stuck in one’s rotten lot of never-ending debt and not enough money to be free.

The good people leave to find their workflow happiness elsewhere. The dedicated remain as the foot soldiers trying to make the institution rise up to be the best it can be. But we are thwarted by inept leadership. We are thwarted by a governing body that asks no questions. We are impeded by several who care not that they have pushed us back to the place that we worked so hard to fix.

I am a PoW in the PoW

a Prisoner of War in the Plethora of Wrong