Category Archives: Public Service

Where Do The Homeless Go In The Winter?

This past winter was one of the hardest that Atlanta had ever seen. During the flooding rains, icings, and snow and wind storms, I worried about my homeless lady friend. Weeks went by and I thought maybe she’d found a shelter and was no longer on the street.

Eventually I saw her again, and I asked her where she’d been. She shrugged. I asked her where she lived when the weather got cold. She pointed to one of the tent cities under a nearby overpass.  I asked her if she would go to a shelter if I could find her one.  She shrugged, it seemed that she hadn’t considered going to a homeless shelter on her own and was resigned to life as she knew it.

I did some research, expecting to find at least a few shelters downtown. With all downtown’s homeless, I was sure that someone, some non-profit or church group saw the overwhelming need and had a safe place for homeless people to live in the winter months.

I also thought that homeless shelters would be built in central locations near public transit and other government social services.

I was wrong. There was a men’s shelter downtown, but they had a hard time staying in compliance of city ordinances. This economic crisis hit them hard.  They had no water for a while, and were, at least briefly, shut down.  There was one shelter for women and children, but it was at least 10 miles from downtown. I can’t imagine why a homeless shelter would be built in the suburbs away from public transit. I’ve never even seen a homeless person in Atlanta’s mostly wealthy suburbs.

I must admit that I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of chauffeuring my new friend to a shelter. And who knew if she’d even get in or be willing to stay? She was used to downtown, and with her mental problems I wasn’t sure how she’d adapt to the ‘burbs.

I called the shelter anyway, and learned that she would have to call first and go through their intake process before she could be driven there. (Call how? On the magic payphones that exist downtown that don’t take any money? Or was she supposed to whip out the cell phone that she could afford on her homeless salary?) The person that I talked to at the shelter didn’t think that my homeless friend had a good chance of being admitted as the shelter mostly catered to women with small children.

Still, I gave my homeless friend the number to the shelter along with a bag of chips that I’d saved for her.  While we were huddled in a walkway, she asked me to cover her while she adjusted herself.  Out of one of the folds of her clothes, she pulled out a little change purse.  I saw a couple of one dollar bills and a few quarters and dimes.  She was so protective of her money, and she knew just how to hide it. I can’t imagine the harshness of the life she lives. She not only has to deal with the whims of the weather, she also contends with the brutality of her fellow humans. Yet, I could tell she was comfortable with her current surroundings and those with whom she lived under I-75. Somehow, I didn’t think she would be calling the homeless shelter in the suburbs.

Beware the Bitter Bureaucrat: A Cautionary Tale and a PSA

When I was in MPA School I had to complete an organizational blueprint for a public entity.  Because of my interest in community and economic development, my professor assigned me to a state agency whose mission is to “assist local governments with economic development, community development, growth management and downtown revitalization”.

Even though I was a local government and non-profit junkie with no interest in working for a state government, I was excited about the opportunity because their mission seemed so closely aligned with what I wanted to do. I scheduled time to visit with different layers of the organization’s bureaucracy. I talked to the department and divisions “higher-ups” as well as section chiefs and analysts. I set up one-on-one conversations and gave each person the confidentiality that they needed to tell me their true experience working in their organization using Bolman and Deal’s organizational frames: Structural, Human Resources, Symbolic, and Political frames. (Shout-Out to Org Theory!!)

It didn’t take me long to figure out that the organization was toxic from the top to the bottom. Communication, up down and through the hierarchy was broken. Employees felt that they had been back-stabbed by their bosses—they got blamed for mistakes but never the credit for triumphs. Output was stale. Feelings had been hurt and old resentments had been allowed to fester. Unproductive employees had been moved around rather than fired, and their presence was a drain on everyone else. There was no friendly camaraderie around the water cooler or any activities to make the organization come together to celebrate in a meaningful way.  Most employees felt powerless, and came into work every day marking the hours until they could go home each evening.

In spite of these conditions, most employees cared deeply about the mission of the organization and about their individual work. Unfortunately, that didn’t help company morale. Meeting employees in the hallways was quiet and awkward at best and in some cases it was downright hostile and unfriendly.

Over the course of that semester, I learned that the people in that organization will likely stay in their current job (or one very similar), surrounded by people that they do not like or respect for 10, 20, sometimes 30 years. I interviewed people who were counting the years to retirement and were unwilling to even consider finding a job that suited them better. Over and over I heard about the perks of the job. The 401k match, the 2 weeks of vacation time, the flexible schedule, and the promotion schedule were all touted as reasons to stay. I remember thinking to myself that no amount of vacation was worth being miserable for the rest of the year.

Not only would they not consider quitting jobs that they hated, they weren’t even willing to consider ways to make the job better. They were all content to work (unhappily) for an organization, notice and complain about the problems and issues but not ever do ANYTHING that would make the problem go away. They wouldn’t even consult higher levels of the hierarchy about them. It was like they were stuck in purgatory. Or just stuck.

By the end of the assignment I knew that I never, ever wanted to work for a state government and I had a new appreciation for the term bureaucrat.

In my current position, almost 2 years later, I can confirm that my first impression of state government employees is by and large a correct one. As far as I could tell, state government (in any state) is full of bitter bureaucrats.

Bitter bureaucrats:   While mostly found at the state level of government, bitter bureaucrats can invade any organization.  Bitter bureaucrats can be identified by their constantly frowning faces, and the inability to make eye contact or say a friendly word with their co-workers. Bitter Bureaucrats can usually be found whining and complaining about a process or problem concerning their work flow but refuse to do anything that may alleviate their problem. Beware of Bitter Bureaucrats as they drain the life out of other staff members and organization projects. Bitter Bureaucrats have the incapacity to try new things, create change, or think outside the box or form.

Bitter Bureaucrats are not born. They are made. They get Bitter Bureaucrat Syndrome.

Symptoms of Bitter Bureaucrat Syndrome are: Unproductivity in the workplace, constant taking of “mental health days”, overwhelming feelings of complacency, stagnation, and being in a rut.

You may be at risk for contracting Bitter Bureaucrat Syndrome if: you feel that your boss only gives you negative feedback, the creativity is being beat out of you, you are being asked to conform to a out-dated standard in some way, you are told to do things the way they have always been done, your boss and co-workers have been in their current jobs longer than you’ve been alive, you live in a cube, you are never congratulated for creating a new process or trying a novel concept or if you have 3 or more different company policy manuals in your personal work space.

The fastest and best cure for bitter bureaucrat syndrome in individuals is for the afflicted person to quit the organization that caused the outbreak and find/do work that supports and nurtures in some vital way. Organizationally, the cure for bitter bureaucrat syndrome is to create a new culture. The organization must be purged of complacency, negativity, and conformity and a new culture of creativity and friendliness and open communication must be established.

Pass this along to all those you know who are in danger of becoming a bitter bureaucrat and to those who have been guilty of creating bitter bureaucrats.

Thank You for Your Contribution and Service

I, like many others, have had a slight obsession with the Kennedys.  The Kennedy Family, for longer than I’ve been alive, has been a cornerstone in American politics and popular culture.

My obsession started years ago, and developed as I tried to understand how so many fighters for the common good could spring from such an unlikely, rich, upper echelon family.  I couldn’t understand how or what has driven this family to champion social problems. Not only the policies and programs that John, Robert, and Ted fought for in political arenas and the non-profits, foundations and other charitable work that has been accomplished by Eunice, Caroline, and Maria, they amaze me.

Granted, the Kennedys, like the rest of us, have feet of clay, but in terms of political power and change, I cannot think of any other family who has been more influential.

I’ve spent a good part of the morning reading the obituary and various other articles about Ted Kennedy.  Thankfully, everything I’ve read so far has given (mostly and here too) equal space to his triumphs as will has his downfalls.

As I read through the various obituaries, all the kind words that have been spoken and the volumes of legislation that he had a hand it, I am overwhelmed by the breadth of his life’s accomplishments and the lives that he has touched.

And I remember why public service is so important to me. Through public service, each of us has the opportunity to make a difference in the lives of those who live among us.  We all have a duty to stand up and support policies that reflect the kind of world we want to live it.

Do we want to live in an America where those less fortunate have no opportunities to better themselves? Do we want to live in an America segregated into haves and have nots? Do we want to live in an America that squanders our precious resources with no thought for tomorrow?  Do we want to live in an America where many of us lack access to basic necessities and food?

That’s not the kind of world I want to live in. I want to live in an America that celebrates diversity and equality.  I want to live in an America where people of different socio-economic standings have the same opportunities for advancement.  I want to live in a world that cares for the least among us.  I want to live in an America that believes in and supports the progressive social policies that Senator Kennedy spent decades in the Senate fighting for.