The RTE saga continues to rumble.
When I did my third level electronics course the ultimate aim of all my classmates was to get a job in RTE. It was considered the pinnacle of achievement. Alas I didn’t make the cut and looked on in envy at the few who made it as I headed off into lesser employment.
As chance [or luck] would have it, after a few years I achieved my ambition – a job in RTE. It was a temporary job and was told I would be laid off after six months. No matter. At least I could say I once worked there.
The six months came and went. They actually became nearly forty years but that’s by the by.
I loved working there. At the time the place was run by the engineers and programme makers and had the atmosphere of a happy if somewhat large family. If we had to work a few extra hours of an evening to get a job done, we did it purely out of a sense of pride in the job. Timekeeping was very flexible and no one gave a toss provided things ran smoothly.
Then the accountants took over.
Suddenly timekeeping became more important than the quality of work. It became a place of quantity over quality. At the same time, some presenters became greedy and started demanding silly salaries. Those salaries were paid not on the talent of the presenter but on the basis of advertising revenue that a particular programme generated.
There was a palpable change in atmosphere. The accountants and bureaucrats were now the rulers and meetings and conferences were more important than the job itself. Morale took a plunge.
I left in ’01. I was glad to get out of the place to be honest. Instead of an ambition to work in RTE my ambition was to get out of it. Things apparently have not improved since.
And then the shit hit the fan.
I think one headline this week hit the spot as to why staff are so angry at management – There were 725,000 people on pandemic supports when Tubridy was assured his pay would not drop. Staff were ordered to take a cut in their wages when money was freely available for partying, membership of an exclusive London club and even flip-flops for fucks sake.
I can only look on in wonder and disgust as the revelations are dragged out. I am disgusted but not surprised.
Thank God I am out of the place.