Word comes to me from the sunny Metropolitan Police Service that the world of senior management is not always rosy. It seems that a Detective Superintendent has been relieved of his command.
This person has spent every waking hour of the last seven years trying to get promoted. This included a stint outside the Met and a posting to Her Majestys Inspectorate of Constabulary. This was his downfall in my humble opinion.
Having worked for HMIC, this officer believed himself to be the expert in every field. He knew best. In every area of policing. Having moved back to the Met he instigated a culture of bullying, blame and risk avoidance. His borough became the worst performing in the Met.
The moral? You can use and abuse your juniors all you like buddy, but when the shit hits the fan because they don't go that extra yard, you only have yourself to blame.
I decree today that life
Is simply taking and not giving
England is mine and it owes me a living
But ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye, no
Oh, ask me why, and I’ll spit in your eye
Look, we cannot cling to the old dreams anymore
No, we cannot cling to those dreams