I had to go along to a meeting today, ostensibly about the future of funding for graduate students. It lasted an hour, though it was fortunately held just fifteen minutes away. Still, that’s an hour-and-a-half out of my life. There were about thirty people there. So that’s at least forty-five hours lost by various academics and administrators. The meeting therefore in effect sopped up … what? fifteen hundred pounds worth of time? … at a conservative estimate of salaries.
The real content of the meeting (the take-home message, as they say ) could have been put in a snappy five line e-mail.
If members of the university admin staff — of course, the one conspicuously growing body in the university — stood in King’s Parade tearing up tenners*, academics (and everyone else) would rightly be incensed. So why the hell do we put up with this kind of thing?
*For my mystified non-UK readers, a tenner is a ten pound note!