The Sally Army is like a lot of religions/charities and suffering from a lack of new blood and money. Several of their Social Services premises closed down (including mine) and the hostels, orphanages and care homes were taken over by large money orientated service providers.
Fewer and fewer people were applying to their training colleges to become SA Officers and some of their citadels were sold off plus local authorities began insisting on care providers having more and more qualifications to work in or run their social services and so they had to employ more civilian workers such as myself and pay the going rate for them.
Donations were shrinking, the cost of running their premises or citadels was ever increasing and congregations and new SA members were shrinking too. The big guys at the top of the SA became less Christian and more business managers but I suppose they had to and they could be ruthless.
The little guys and gals at the bottom were the salt of the Earth. They worked regular jobs but gave up their leisure time and donate their own money to work for free, volunteer to rattle a tin, organise a fund raiser, clean or maintain the church, play in the band, sing in the choir or anything else they were needed to do. They weren`t in it for the title of Captain or Major or as a power trip or to strut around headquarters in a uniform, they were in it because they truly cared but sadly many are getting old and not enough younger members are taking their place.
Believe me when I say I`ve known of SA senior members who`ve had affairs, been guilt of sexual harassment, swindled money, lied, bullied people and stabbed many another person in the back. They have frequently been power mad and many of them have looked down their noses at us lesser mortals because they believe they are better than anybody else and I speak from 13 experience working for them.
It's definitely the little guys and gals at the bottom that make the biggest difference.
We had a customer once - an odious little man that loved to brag about anything Tighter than the proverbial duck's backside and never missed the opportunity to accidentally brush past me, managing to touch me up at the same time. Ugh!
He was the regional manager for Oxfam and the least charitable person I've ever known. I was in the local Oxfam shop one day and was amazed to overhear the little old dears running the place arguing over who was going to make his coffee and scolding the one that had brought the 'cheaper' biscuits from the shop across the road. They clearly thought he was wonderful and I wished I could have opened their eyes to the real bloke who earned more than they could imagine yet never contributed to their tea kitty.
One of my dearest friends used to love volunteering in that shop until he took over the region. I was in my 20s at that time, she was in her 60s and widowed. He groped her in the stockroom one day. She was mortified and never went back. I absolutely believe the stories about charity workers abroad trading *** for favours.
The little people are lovely. The ones at the top not so much. Is it something that's in them anyway or something that comes with an increase in pay and status? Or am I too jaded with the way I see things these days?