XPost: uk.politics.misc, uk.people.health, uk.current-events.general   
   From: banana@REMOVE_THIS.borve.demon.co.uk   
      
   In article <1138196237.957070.20770@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,   
   eddie_wood@hotmail.com writes   
   >They brought in a "Business Manager" for each department at my place.   
   >One Business Manager for each department, regardless of the size.   
   >These guys were non-clinical no hopers who failed to find their own way   
   >in the commercial world and really didn't have a clue.   
   >   
   >Yup, you guessed it.  We had departments of one person complete with   
   >it's own highly paid Business Manager to "manage" it.   
   >   
   >Oh happy days...   
      
   Did they 'manage' policies to contest the 'under-funding' and   
   'under-staffing'?   
      
   It's all bollocks. A friend of mine recently attended a casualty ward.   
   She was stitched up competently by a nurse. But then, according to 'the   
   rule', she had to be seen by a quack. The quack came and could hardly   
   fucking speak English! She could just about read out five points on a   
   piece of card she was holding, and that was it.   
      
   No way could she read an academic article written in English - you know,   
   the way people have to do when they study for real doctorates.   
      
   Then they gave my friend another piece of card which supposedly told her   
   how to look after herself, but also had a large advert for a solicitor   
   on the back. The solicitor had paid for the cards to be printed, on the   
   understanding that he would never take any work against the hospital,   
   and would inform them if anyone came to him asking him to do so.   
      
   Then when my friend went back to have her stitches taken out, she had to   
   wait 90 minutes. They kept trying to get her to stand near a bed that   
   was out of the way, so that neither they, nor any other patients, would   
   have to watch her waiting. All this time, 4 or 5 of them were sitting   
   around a computer doing fuck-all.   
      
   Then when they took her stitches out, the nurse who did so just moaned   
   the whole fucking time that the person who'd put the stitches in hadn't   
   left long enough ends to the stitches. She literally moaned the whole of   
   the time. Then when my friend left, she tried to catch the nurse's eye   
   to say 'thank you', and the nurse wouldn't even return her glance.   
      
   Tell me what tinkering 'gradual reform' of the system is going to make   
   anything any better.   
      
   Britain? Shittain, more like.   
      
   --   
   banana     "The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you   
               give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy-bear to   
               Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the   
               rest of your frigid life." (Mick Travis, 'If...', 1968)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)