The R T A, Layabouts, Fascist Public Servants, Get the chop they deserve.
A GREAT write up in the Monday July 18, Sydney Daily Telegraph, pages 4-5. Explains the past and
present short-comings of this unpalatable bunch of public servants, who until recently have enjoyed Carte Blanche among their 7,000 members, The former State Labour Govt could not deal with the RTA's unconditional authority as much as they tried.(union pressure) However the new Lib State Govt are having no qualms about sorting out the deadwood from these under utilized sedentary bludgers.
Reports last week of people being laid off with a 10,000 dollar redundancy payment, having been paid for doing exactly Zilch for ages does not surprise me.
Any organisation is liable to corruption if left too long without outside interference.
One insider suggested to me that, one way of keeping business on the boil was to maintain a steady failure rate among new drivers, call me cynical if you wish but to me it sounds logical to me that corrupt testers, be it for vehicles or drivers, it would maintain a healthy wage or guaranteed employment for dodgy test results.
More failures more job security.
Maybe you are not a vehicle owner or driver, or you may be a person who has someone who can deal with this and other onerous problems for you , but for the like of the lesser privileged hoi polloi; take me for example, I have to front up to these droids once or twice per year.
You arrive at the RTA office and you make sure you park correctly; or the start of the visit becomes expensive, Entering the main door you become a number according to the ticket you remove from the Dalek machine, you take a seat and look around at the other tense faces awaiting their fate from the hands of a humanoid with a stoic attitude peering through the counter grill looking like a seasoned mortician. You await your turn to confront this apparition; hardly able control your nervous jitters. Your number is called, you muster up a truculent attitude to match that of the shit face confronting you.
Shortly after your tenseness subsides you sit in the car for a couple of minutes before exiting through a driveway to the inside edge of the pavement where you stop to observe the road you are entering.
You are then told by the testing RTA employee who informs you that you did not observe the stop sign (planted about two feet higher than normal) and about three feet before the inner edge of the footpath, (Gotcha).That happened to the unsuspecting lady being tested before me.
It was not possible to notice the sign approaching from less than a twenty feet distance. others parked further afield possibly.
The RTA boss Michael Bushby controversially stood down from his job due to his ineptitude in controlling last years F 3 traffic debacle, will have to join others when applying for his old $1,400-00 a day job back when it merges with NSW Maritime and other rail and transport organisations.
So far 350 positions and several agencies have been abolished.... Great Stuff.
Now for the big surprise of the day,; Yours truly VEST that's me was the person tested for the 'Aged drivers test' after, the woman mentioned earlier. On returning to the yard he told me OK, You passed see you in two years. He then gave me my form and I drove off.
The next person to be tested was asked by the same tester,'Do you know this person and mentioned me" My beautiful granddaughter Tamara, sister of equally beautiful granddaughter Jacinta replied " sure do He's my Grandpa. Truly neither of us knew we were both being tested that day, and so close.
Congratulations Tamara. Love Grandpa and Grandma & Uncle Chris.
Vest.... Daily Gaggle.
He who does not hope to win has already lost. And for all lovers out there keep on loving.
Have a rewarding week.... back soon.
BTW. Vest that's Me, passed His Medical and unrestricted aged Drivers Test Thursday 21st July.
It was quite a frantic day, the wind and rain, parents collecting kids from school and the new supermarket bolstering the crowded roads on a pension day, apart from the absence of a bomb or two it was still chaotic. But Mr cool made it. "Hoorah".
present short-comings of this unpalatable bunch of public servants, who until recently have enjoyed Carte Blanche among their 7,000 members, The former State Labour Govt could not deal with the RTA's unconditional authority as much as they tried.(union pressure) However the new Lib State Govt are having no qualms about sorting out the deadwood from these under utilized sedentary bludgers.
Reports last week of people being laid off with a 10,000 dollar redundancy payment, having been paid for doing exactly Zilch for ages does not surprise me.
Any organisation is liable to corruption if left too long without outside interference.
One insider suggested to me that, one way of keeping business on the boil was to maintain a steady failure rate among new drivers, call me cynical if you wish but to me it sounds logical to me that corrupt testers, be it for vehicles or drivers, it would maintain a healthy wage or guaranteed employment for dodgy test results.
More failures more job security.
Maybe you are not a vehicle owner or driver, or you may be a person who has someone who can deal with this and other onerous problems for you , but for the like of the lesser privileged hoi polloi; take me for example, I have to front up to these droids once or twice per year.
You arrive at the RTA office and you make sure you park correctly; or the start of the visit becomes expensive, Entering the main door you become a number according to the ticket you remove from the Dalek machine, you take a seat and look around at the other tense faces awaiting their fate from the hands of a humanoid with a stoic attitude peering through the counter grill looking like a seasoned mortician. You await your turn to confront this apparition; hardly able control your nervous jitters. Your number is called, you muster up a truculent attitude to match that of the shit face confronting you.
Shortly after your tenseness subsides you sit in the car for a couple of minutes before exiting through a driveway to the inside edge of the pavement where you stop to observe the road you are entering.
You are then told by the testing RTA employee who informs you that you did not observe the stop sign (planted about two feet higher than normal) and about three feet before the inner edge of the footpath, (Gotcha).That happened to the unsuspecting lady being tested before me.
It was not possible to notice the sign approaching from less than a twenty feet distance. others parked further afield possibly.
The RTA boss Michael Bushby controversially stood down from his job due to his ineptitude in controlling last years F 3 traffic debacle, will have to join others when applying for his old $1,400-00 a day job back when it merges with NSW Maritime and other rail and transport organisations.
So far 350 positions and several agencies have been abolished.... Great Stuff.
Now for the big surprise of the day,; Yours truly VEST that's me was the person tested for the 'Aged drivers test' after, the woman mentioned earlier. On returning to the yard he told me OK, You passed see you in two years. He then gave me my form and I drove off.
The next person to be tested was asked by the same tester,'Do you know this person and mentioned me" My beautiful granddaughter Tamara, sister of equally beautiful granddaughter Jacinta replied " sure do He's my Grandpa. Truly neither of us knew we were both being tested that day, and so close.
Congratulations Tamara. Love Grandpa and Grandma & Uncle Chris.
Vest.... Daily Gaggle.
He who does not hope to win has already lost. And for all lovers out there keep on loving.
Have a rewarding week.... back soon.
BTW. Vest that's Me, passed His Medical and unrestricted aged Drivers Test Thursday 21st July.
It was quite a frantic day, the wind and rain, parents collecting kids from school and the new supermarket bolstering the crowded roads on a pension day, apart from the absence of a bomb or two it was still chaotic. But Mr cool made it. "Hoorah".
Comments
Torrential rain and destructive winds combined to add to the chaos of what it now the wettest July since 1950.
The situation will only get worse with no respite until late next week. Mike.
Maybe the RTA Employees have received a directive to be nice to the public, being that many of their jobs are on the line.
My reply was.
When I was seventeen.
On a 40,000 Ton British Battleship. HMS King George V.
Not on the Bridge but Four decks down in the Lower Steering position.( Couldn't see a Fing)
Ask for more info if Req.
Mum sends her love.
your driving test. How did Tamara go on her test?
David of North Richmond.
Thank you for commenting, Apart from you and your bro Chris few Oz rellos have time to comment, except for strange stuff from Tim.
Andrew and Tony, "How about a call on line. BTW thank you all for your B/D Cards.
Try skype. call Chris first mine will be switched off.
I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze..
'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.
She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a richer husband, get married, and have a couple of kids....'
'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.
'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.
After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.
We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this 'time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me..
Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.
At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.
Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'
As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing..
We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!
There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.
If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.
Anybody! Can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.
The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets..'
She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'
She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those months ago.
REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.
God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
so u can continue driving your car
how about in bed
will u pass?
must ask Rose