Life is somewhat surreal at the moment... and not in a good way. I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that at work, we (Children's Services), had just undergone a very stressful, exhausting and expensive to the council four-week Ofsted inspection of services for children in need of help and protection, children looked after and care leavers and review of the Local Safeguarding Children Board. This was under Ofsted's latest and most rigorous inspection framework which, whilst we all accept that it's necessary to check up on local authorities to make sure they're doing what they're supposed to be doing, places an enormous burden on the already stretched-to-the-limit staff who work to keep children safe across Britain. The staff are stretched because they do an impossible job under difficult conditions in councils which are seeing their funding rapidly eroded by Cameron and his cronies. Imagine then, three weeks after the end of this bureacratic stress fest (which is supposed to happen once every two to three years), just when you think you're beginning to catch up on all the work you haven't been able to do because the whole four weeks was spent on inspection stuff, that you are told that Ofsted is about to descend again to do the whole miserable, monumentally stressful, tiring thing again. Not cheery. We as data analysts are right in the firing line for the entire duration as the whole process is driven by data. It's what words like 'gruelling' were invented for.
Anyway, I don't usually beard about work on my blog - why would I? It's nothing to do with art. However, these wretched inspections are so intrusive that I just don't get any art work done; there's no time or mental energy to spare and I DON'T LIKE IT. So, if I don't post much over the next few weeks, you'll know why.
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