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A Change of Career and Waste

Thatcher's Privatised Bin Men

For ten years between 3rd December 1990 and 2000 I worked in the private sector in the waste management industry and I have some rather good memories of that time.

When I say waste management to be more accurate I suppose I should say waste mismanagement because the two companies that I worked for were completely hopeless.

The first was Cory Environmental and today their website claims “We operate across the country, providing expert services in the collection, recycling and disposal of waste as well as municipal cleansing… Cory’s services have been recognised with a number of awards for sustainable transport, the management of facilities and city cleanliness”.  Well, if that is the case then things must have changed dramatically because in my time they were completely incompetent.

I found myself unexpectedly in the employment of Cory Environmental because in the 1980s and 90s local authorities were obliged to market test their services through direct competition with the private sector and this included waste management.  I worked for a Council in Nottinghamshire and we lost our work through the tendering process.  This wasn’t because we were too expensive or couldn’t put a decent business case together but rather because the people running Cory Environmental didn’t have much of a clue and submitted an under priced bid that they couldn’t possibly hope to financially or operationally achieve but was absolutely certain to win the contract.

The company had been hastily set up in the late 1980s to take advantage of this privatisation opportunity and the two men in charge were Blunders, who was the Managing Director, a man without any previous knowledge of waste management, and the Operations Director, Bodger who had once been a bus driver with Southend Borough Council and on this rather flimsy basis the companies ‘expert’ on all things transport.

They had set about winning as many contracts as possible and had been stunningly successful but this had mostly been achieved by massively under pricing the tenders and the estimator, a man called Tony Palmer, had sharpened his pencil so hard that he had to wear protective gloves so he didn’t cut his fingers.  When he won the Gedling Borough Council work in late 1989 this was added to the growing list of unprofitable contracts that was draining the Group Company bank accounts dry.

I met them for the first time when they paid a visit to Nottingham to a) gloat about their success and b) wonder just how on earth they were going to manage it.  In a conversation with a union shop steward I had condescendingly said that working for them might not be too bad and his response was to challenge me to give up my council job and guaranteed pension and do the same and I decided there an then that that was exactly what I would do!  They were in an office that had ben provided for them and I knocked on the door and waited to be invited in.

Here were two men who suffered from severe delusions of adequacy.  Blunders was a tall softly spoken man in a dull grey outfit and Bodger was a spiv in a 1930s double breasted blue pin stripe suit and Diedrie Barlow glasses that magnified the size of his pupils which was good for him because without them he had narrow squinty not to be trusted eyes.  He was a tall man and he had a physical hand shake trick to assert an authority that compensated for lack of mental ability and as I stretched out my hand he grabbed it and jerked it down almost dislocating my shoulder in the process which was almost certainly intended as a statement that said ‘I may only be a bus driver, I may be thick, I may be stupid, but I am the Operations Director!’

I said that I was interested in the job of Contract Manager, they asked me a couple of dumb questions, had a whispered conversation between themselves and offered me the job right there and then – it was as simple as that!

The poor financial performance worried Blunders and Bodger and they had two assistants who were a couple of company odd job men and general bully boys whose job it was to go around the contracts and beat up on the poor contract managers who were completely unable to meet the ridiculous financial targets that were set in their contract budgets by Peter Crane the Financial Director.

What didn’t help matters was that because it was an almost impossible job to do no one really wanted to be a contract manager (even with the Peugeot 405 company car as an incentive)  there was a lot of staff turn-over and Cory Environmental ended up with a lot of people who, quite frankly,  really just weren’t up to the job.  The only advantage of this to Head Office was that it made Blunders and Bodger look reasonably clever and kept them in a job but it didn’t help one bit with financial performance.

What also didn’t help was that, generally speaking,  local authorities (especially Labour run Councils)  didn’t really want to contract out their work, only did so reluctantly, and then made life as difficult as they possibly could.  This frequently included the unreasonable request that the company actually carry out correctly the work that they had promised to do and the council taxpayers were paying for.

This was difficult to achieve because most of the contract managers hadn’t really got any idea about waste management, man management or financial management.  Every month there were thousands of pounds of defaults for work not carried out according to the specification and then more cash penalties to follow up in retribution and this made the Company’s financial performance even worse.

Like all companies, Cory Environmental had a business plan and it has to be said that for this pair of bone heads this one made quite a lot of sense.  They planned to win work along the A1 corridor and just like the Romans, two thousand years before, use the Great North Road as the backbone of the Empire.  At first things went to plan and there were successes in Sedgefield and Wear Valley in County Durham and Wansbeck and Castle Morpeth in Northumberland, so four contracts fairly close together which made a lot of sense – not far for the enforcers to travel between contracts and knock people’s heads together when they needed it!  Like Gedling, East Northants was reasonably close to the A1 and the plan seemed to be working.  Unfortunately, faced with fierce competition,  the Company then suddenly stopped winning work in its target area and was now losing so much money that it desperately needed new contracts.

Cory Environmental had two really successful contracts at Bethnal Green (Tower Hamlets) and Bromley in London which were managed by the two best contract managers Mike Jarvis and Gary O’Hagan (contract manager of the year for three years running) but with more and more loss making contracts to cover up for the Company was hemorrhaging money and Blunders and Bodger were beginning to get nervous.  They abandoned their sensible business plan and went looking for work anywhere in the country.  Their first two successes were in Carrick and Kerrier in Cornwall, which, for those who remember their school geography lessons,  are about as far from the A1 as you can possibly get and that was their master plan in ruins.

And things were about to change!

I enjoyed my first six months with Cory Environmental, it was different, I had my first real set of working overalls and a pair of steel capped boots and used to go out on Saturdays with Martin Edwards, Vic Stanfield and Debbie Doohan and do some manual work (and drink lots of beer afterwards) just because it was good fun but soon I would be off to work elsewhere…

 

Cory Environmental, Blunders and Bodger

The Tendering process

First Weekend as a Refuse Collection Contract Manager

Disorganising the Work

Cory Environmental at Southend on Sea

Onyx UK

An Inappropriate Visit to The Moulin Rouge

Onyx UK and the Dog Poo Solution

The Royal Ascot Clear Up Fiasco

An Unexpected Travel Opportunity

First Weekend as a Refuse Collection Contract Manager

“Her legacy is public division, private selfishness and a cult of greed that together shackle the human spirit”                                                                            Guardian Newspaper on Margaret Thatcher

In the couple of weeks in between accepting the job as Contract Manager at Gedling in November 1989 and the contract actually starting there was a lot to do organising the work.  Martin Edwards, the contract Supervisor and Vic Stanfield, the foreman, had already done a lot of this work, reorganising the collection rounds and putting the three man crews together to take into account the reduction in vehicles and manpower that came as an inevitable consequence of being privatised.

We didn’t realise this at the time but as it turned out this was most unusual because normal practice was for the new management team to wait until the very last moment to begin to think about important things like actually getting the work done while they concentrated on totally peripheral matters.

We finished with Gedling Borough Council on Friday 30th November which gave the team a few days to put the finishing touches in place before the contract started a week later.  In this time the office inside the vehicle workshop was constructed and furnished with brand new office desks and filing cabinets, shiny Sasco wall charts and a microwave oven.  One whole day was wasted when we all drove down to Southend-on-Sea to collect our new Peugeot company cars and then went to Charlton in East London to meet the Head Office team.

The Managing Director and the Operations Director, Blunders and Blodger, came to the depot the weekend before the first Monday morning and contributed nothing more useful than cleaning out the vehicle cabs and putting the company logo on the side of the trucks.

They also brought the operations assistant Jane Brennan with them and she very helpfully went shopping for an office waste bin and a washing up bowl.  This was considered to be a very important job because it was essential to make sure every depot had the same office furniture in the correct corporate colours of blue and green and this was a job that was considered to be far too demanding for us.  It didn’t occur to them to bring along any clever work schedules because anything as complicated as that which required cerebral activity was completely beyond them both.

Cory Environmental Contract Manager

The weather was awful and snow and ice began to pile up outside in the depot yard and each vehicle was covered in several inches as it stood outside the workshop garages growing icicles and waiting in turn for a superficial makeover.  The weather was so bad that there was a power cut at my home in Derbyshire which lasted all weekend so I was actually rather glad to be at work in the warm workshops and offices but by Sunday teatime the novelty was wearing off and I was tired of vacuuming vehicle cabs and scraping off Gedling Borough Council stickers, my hands and feet were cold and I was beginning to wonder what I had let myself in for.  Blunders and Bodger just squabbled with each other all the time about the correct placement of the Cory Environmental logos on the sides of the dustcarts and the weekend just slipped away without anything really useful being done.

At some point on the Sunday the two company bully boys, Mike Mara and Jim Pitt turned up and I stupidly thought they would have something useful to offer but of course they didn’t and they just hung around the new office drinking tea and coffee and making the place look untidy.

Martin and I were really fed up by now but our spirits were lifted when at about six o’clock Bodger said that it might be a good idea if the two of us left off from vehicle scrubbing duties and went to the office to prepare for tomorrow morning and the first day of the contract.  These two chumps actually seemed to believe that we had spent the last four weeks doing nothing and that we should now take an hour or so to organise the collection rounds.  We didn’t say anything of course but we had got everything perfectly organised, Martin was very good at designing work schedules and we were delighted to sit in the warm first floor offices with a hot cup of tea and look down into the workshop at these four charlies all working away in the cold until almost ten o’clock at night – Wankers!

The next morning we turned up for work at six o’clock to see Malk Rockley and the street cleaners out first and then an hour later the refuse collection crews.  Blunders and Bodger were there and Mike and Jim who were normally on these occasions required to go out and deal with any catastrophes were too but we had everything well organised and under control so by nine o’clock they belatedly declared themselves surplus to requirement and all went off in different directions up and down the A1 to drop in on another contract and make life uncomfortable for the managers with a bit of a kicking about poor financial and operational performance.  When we were certain that they were at a safe distance we sent out for some bacon rolls and we put our feet up waiting for the crews to finish their days work.

Unfortunately the weather just continued to deteriorate and get colder and colder.  Readers unfamiliar with Gedling Borough Council in Nottinghamshire are forgiven for not knowing the topography of the area but basically the district is split in two by a high ridge called Mapperley Top and because it was exceptionally cold at the top of the hill any dustcart attempting to cross it to get to the town of Carlton on the other side just had its bin collection mechanism freeze up and had to return to the depot to be defrosted.

Prospects looked bleak but then I had a brilliant idea – keep all the crews on the Arnold side of the ridge and collect all the refuse there in the morning and then after (if) it had warmed up send them all to Carlton in the afternoon.  Either by my sheer managerial brilliance or by an absolute meteorological fluke the plan worked perfectly, we collected all the refuse as planned (which was an unheard of success in the private sector waste management business), we were in the pub with a pint of beer by six o’clock and I was beginning to believe that this waste management business wasn’t nearly as difficult as I had imagined it might be.

Cory Environmental, Blunders and Bodger

The Tendering process

Disorganising the Work

Cory Environmental at Southend on Sea

Onyx UK

An Inappropriate Visit to The Moulin Rouge

Onyx UK and the Dog Poo Solution

The Royal Ascot Clear Up Fiasco

An Unexpected Travel Opportunity