Robert Fulford takes us inside, if you can stand it, Mother Corpse:
Broadcasters who came to the CBC with dreams of making great programs instead find themselves conscripted into a nightmare of sclerotic bureaucracy in which everything matters more than broadcasting. What counts most is the endless, baffling shuffle of titles and responsibilities, a byzantine turf warfare.
To work at the CBC is to live in a world of memos, usually concocted by bosses whose insecurity dictates that they write in incomprehensible gibberish. Memos explain that the bosses want to “Ensure that all managers have development plans based on leadership competencies according to identified timelines,” which are “part of ongoing efforts to better align resources and workflow with evolving needs.” (I’ve lifted two sentences from two different –but both actual–CBC memos.) The tone is deadening, joyless, self-defeating…