Always Law-Abiding, Still Carrying the Burden: Who Was Making ACU and CCI Comply? - November 2022

By November 2022, the financial harm I had repeatedly warned about had reached my superannuation.

I was trying to meet my legal responsibilities while carrying the consequences of what was unlawful corporate conduct by two institutions: ACU, my employer, and Catholic Church Insurance, its insurer.

I was asking them to fulfil their statutory obligations, cooperate with injury management, and support a safe path back to my role. Instead, I was left trying to protect my home, manage bills, preserve my retirement savings and comply with further administrative requirements.

The responsibility to comply kept falling on me. The consequences of their non-compliance kept falling on me too.

And they knew. I had told them.

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22 November 2022: the loss became a formal notice

On 14 July 2022, my self-managed superannuation fund entered into a contract to purchase a property in Western Australia, for $327,500. A $30,000 deposit had been paid.

This was part of the retirement security I had worked to build. As I’ve explained in previous posts, the purchase was intended to proceed without a loan, with rental income going into my superannuation fund.

The formal termination notice records that, on 30 September 2022, the selling agent informed the seller that I was no longer in a position to proceed.

The property title was issued on 16 November 2022, and settlement was due on 7 December 2022. On 21 November 2022, I confirmed that I couldn’t proceed and acknowledged that the deposit would be forfeited.

On 22 November 2022, the seller’s solicitors sent the formal notice. Its operative words were stark:

“the Contract is terminated immediately”

And:

“the Deposit paid by the Buyer is forfeited to the Seller”

A few lines formalised the loss of $30,000 from my retirement savings.

But the damage extended beyond the deposit. The purchase wouldn’t proceed. The planned rental return into my superannuation wouldn’t begin. The opportunity to build retirement security through that property was gone.

This was the snowball effect I had been warning about: withheld income and entitlements, mounting financial pressure, and consequences spreading into assets and superannuation.

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What ACU governance was told

In the accompanying appeal to ACU governance, I described the loss as:

“yet another humiliating and painful example”

I connected it directly to the conduct I had been reporting and governance’s failure to stop it.

I wrote:

“I have a mortgage and bills.”

I also explained that the damage was reaching my family:

“I need to repair my relationship with my family due to serious conflict this has caused.”

These were concrete warnings about financial pressure, family relationships, health, dignity and safety. Governance was being told what the continuing situation was doing to a person who had worked honourably for the university community for two decades.

I asked:

“Isn’t it better to show how you apply the mission and values of ACU now, rather than words later that won’t be believed”

And:

“Why did you choose never to listen to the truth?”

I was still asking for the injury management plan agreement to be implemented. I identified 1 December 2022, my birthday, as the date by which I wanted action to restore a safe path back to my HEW 8 senior role.

I also raised a serious concern about the complaints process: complaints about executive misconduct were being directed through an HR notifications address.

As I put it:

“You’re forcing people back into the very hands of the offenders.”

That was my concern about the process. How could I obtain protection through a reporting pathway that led back to the people whose conduct I was reporting?

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The Justice and Peace Office was told too

My correspondence to the Justice and Peace Office of the Catholic Archdiocese of Sydney raised the same failures and financial harm.

I wrote:

“I earned my salary honourably.”

I explained that I had asked for a safe working environment and for discrimination, harassment and bullying to be managed. I hadn’t asked to be left carrying an escalating financial crisis while seeking the cooperation of my employer and insurer.

I specifically raised the injury management plan agreement and the failure I by both institutions to cooperate with its implementation.

I asked:

“Please make sure the gross negligence and crime of fraud that caused financial damage stops, for everyone’s sake.”

That was the allegation I put before the Office, together with my request for intervention.

I also directed both governance and the Justice and Peace Office to the Office’s own statement on fair and dignified working conditions.

The contradiction was impossible to ignore.

A Catholic university publicly expresses an identity and mission grounded in human dignity. The Catholic Church espouses social justice. Yet I was writing to those institutions about the destruction of my financial security, the harm to my family and the continuing failure to provide the protection I was seeking.

What did those principles mean in practice for me?

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26 November 2022: another obligation for me to meet

Four days after the property termination notice, on 26 November 2022, my accountant reminded me about the approaching director identification number deadline:

“the Director ID Deadline of 30th of November is fast approaching.”

The reminder also warned:

“ASIC is threatening high fines of $13,400 per director if this is not done.”

That was the warning conveyed to me in the email.

I have always been law-abiding. Even while my financial security was being dismantled, I was trying to meet my responsibilities and keep my superannuation arrangements compliant.

But I almost missed this requirement.

My attention and energy were consumed by trying to find someone, somewhere in the system, who would act: a politician, a member of parliament, a regulator—someone with integrity, human decency, common sense and the work ethic to examine the records and stop what I have consistently reported as workers’ compensation fraud by ACU and CCI.

I had asked for a safe work environment. Instead, I was left fighting two powerful institutions, seeking protection through a system that repeatedly failed to provide it.

My accountant’s reminder helped me attend to another deadline. It also exposed the cruel imbalance: 

I was still trying to comply with the law while carrying the consequences of my employer and insurer’s refusal, as I have documented, to fulfil their statutory obligations.

The effort to obtain that compliance was consuming the very capacity I needed to manage my own affairs. Then the possibility of a financial penalty fell on me.

How much can institutions take from a person—income, security, health, time and the capacity to function—while the system continues to expect that person to meet every deadline?

I was trying to prevent further harm while asking someone with authority to stop the conduct causing it. That’s how I almost missed the ASIC requirement. And that’s part of the burden these two institutions have placed on me.

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Why was I carrying the whole burden?

The statutory scheme was supposed to provide protection and support following a workplace injury. ACU and CCI failed to fulfil the obligations I had repeatedly asked them to meet, including cooperation with injury management and a safe return to work.

Meanwhile, I remained responsible for every bill, every compliance deadline and every consequence spreading through my finances.

My income and entitlements were being withheld. My retirement savings were taking the impact. My family was taking the impact. My health was taking the impact.

Governance had been told. The Justice and Peace Office had been told. My appeals explicitly connected what was happening to the university’s mission, human dignity and Catholic social justice principles.

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Why did those warnings not produce action to stop the harm?

Why was I still having to plead for the injury management plan to be implemented?

Why was the burden of compliance enforced against me while my allegations about two powerful institutions remained unresolved?

And why was the alleged fraud I had reported not stopped and independently investigated?

I continue to seek a safe return and recovery in my role, implementation of the injury management plan, payment of my statutory entitlements, and an external investigation with publicly available findings.

These records show that I told them what was happening while the damage was unfolding.

They cannot say I never asked them to stop it.

Source: contemporaneous record of events - Documents 567-569.

When Celebration and Grief Sit in the Same Room

I reshared a LinkedIn post about a program I care deeply about.

Afterwards, I felt physically unwell.

Seeing public celebration while my own situation remains legally unresolved stirred something tender and confronting inside me.

I have been professionally invested in this institution since August 2001.

For more than two decades, I have contributed leadership, care, intellectual labour, and steady commitment to staff and students. I have supported programs, built relationships, mentored colleagues, and carried responsibility seriously.

That contribution does not disappear.

I am still part of that work.

The relationships.

The students.

The staff I support.

The long hours of care, strategy and responsibility.

There is a legally binding injury management framework connected to my employment.

There are statutory obligations that continue to exist.

I never resigned from my professional identity.

I never withdrew my commitment to a safe and lawful return.

Yet while celebration moves forward publicly, I remain in a process seeking basic compliance with obligations that were meant to protect me.

That reality has been deeply harmful.

It is difficult to describe what it feels like to devote decades of professional service, to uphold values of dignity and fairness, and then to find yourself navigating procedural failures that destabilise your health, income and sense of safety.

The grief is not abstract.

It sits in the body.

It tightens the chest.

It brings a wave of nausea that feels disproportionate to a simple LinkedIn post — until you remember what it represents.

It is the grief of knowing your contribution was real — and feeling the weight of how governance decisions have affected you.

When I reshared that post, it wasn’t endorsement.

It was presence.

A quiet way of saying:

I am still here.

I contribute.

My work matters.

I am not seeking applause.

I am not seeking public vindication.

I am seeking statutory compliance.

Structured restoration.

A return-to-work pathway that is safe, medically informed, and consistent with the law.

Nothing more.

Nothing extraordinary.

Just what already exists in legislation and agreement.

Celebration may be public.

Compliance is not optional.

Contribution does not vanish because it is inconvenient.

I remain present.

I remain professional.

And I will continue to pursue resolution through lawful, measured, and transparent means — until compliance is not aspirational, but actual.

Grief casts long shadows.

So does commitment.

See also http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2026/02/in-memory-of-great-teacher-legacy.html

In Memory of a Great Teacher: Legacy, Conscience, and Lent

This reflection includes themes of grief, faith, and institutional harm. It is offered gently, in the spirit of Lent.

On 4 February 2026, a highly respected and inspiring teacher from my high school, Mr Steve Donlan, passed away.

Like many former students of Bethany College, I received the news with deep sadness — and with gratitude. I’m grateful for the teachers who shaped not only my education, but my sense of dignity, responsibility, and hope for a life of service beyond the “safety” of school.

In a letter sent to Bethany families the following day, the College described Mr Donlan as “a passionate educator” whose impact on students over decades was “immeasurable.” He was remembered as a mentor, an advocate, and a pastoral presence for generations of young women — someone who gave generously of his time to ensure students’ needs were met, both academically and emotionally.

Those words are beautiful.

And they are true.

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Part I — A Legacy Beyond the Classroom

At Bethany, teachers like Mr Donlan did more than teach subjects. They formed people.

They cultivated courage. They recognised potential and called it forward. They encouraged leadership, intellectual confidence, and moral seriousness. Students were guided to imagine lives shaped not by fear, but by service — lives grounded in conscience and the belief that education exists to uphold human dignity.

As a student, I was known affectionately by teachers as “St Vicki of Bourbous.” That nickname was not about piety. It reflected leadership, conviction, and a willingness to stand up for others. Those qualities were not accidental. They were patiently and deliberately nurtured by educators who believed in the inherent worth of the person before them.

Mr Donlan was part of that fabric.

His influence did not end at graduation. Some of the students he once taught went on to become teachers themselves. Some returned to schools like Bethany as early-career educators — guided, mentored, and supported by people like him. His legacy lived on not only in students, but in the teachers he helped form.

This is the quiet, enduring power of a great educator: a life that continues to shape others long after the classroom door has closed.

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Part II — Lent, Conscience, and the Demands of Justice

This loss has compelled a deeper examination of conscience.

For more than two decades, my adult life has been devoted to Catholic education and higher education. As an academic librarian, I served clients in the Schools of Educational Leadership and Education, supporting the formation of future teachers, principals, and religious educators — many of whom would go on to serve in Catholic and other Christian schools. My family’s relationship with Catholic education spans decades and has long been characterised by service, trust, and mutual respect.

It is precisely because of this history that the moral dissonance I now experience cannot be ignored.

The Catholic tradition teaches that institutions, no less than individuals, are bound by moral law. 

Catholic social teaching affirms the inherent dignity of every person, the preferential protection of the vulnerable, the primacy of conscience, and the obligation of justice — not only in intention, but in action.

Where harm has occurred, the Church’s own teaching is clear:

justice requires truth, accountability, and restitution.

Words alone are insufficient.

Lent is not a symbolic season.

It is a call to conversion.

It asks whether power has been exercised in fidelity to the Gospel, or whether institutional self-protection has displaced moral responsibility. It asks whether systems intended to serve the common good have instead caused harm — and whether those with authority are willing to name that harm honestly.

In my lived experience, actions taken by Catholic institutions fell gravely short of the values they professed to teach. The impact on my life and on my family was profound. I state this not to inflame, but to bear truthful witness — because silence in the face of injustice is itself a moral failure.

The Catechism reminds us that theft is not limited to material property alone, and that restitution is an obligation of justice, not charity. Where dignity has been stripped away, repair is not optional. Without repair, there can be no genuine reconciliation.

As the Church enters the Lenten journey, this moment demands more than reflection. It demands moral courage. It demands listening. And it demands action consistent with the Gospel proclaimed.

The example of educators like Mr Steve Donlan — who lived their vocation quietly, faithfully, and with integrity — stands as a moral measure against which institutional conduct must be examined. His legacy exposes the distance between what is taught within the safety of a school community and what is sometimes practised beyond it.

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Truth, Repentance, and Hope

This reflection is offered in memory of a great teacher.

It is also offered as an appeal to conscience — that truth be named, that harm be repaired, and that institutions formed to serve the common good once again align their conduct with the dignity they proclaim.

The promise of the Resurrection is not cheap hope.

It follows repentance.

“The truth will set you free.”

Only when truth is fully faced can healing begin.

If this reflection feels heavy, please pause, take a breath, and know that you are not alone — as we enter Lent, may what is painful be held with gentleness, and space be made for truth, repair, and hope.

Lent invites remembrance, examination of conscience, and the courage to choose truth - even when it is costly

My personal story - Part 10 - Education

“In my experience in education and society, I’ve observed that the greatest minds are the most down to earth and humble.”

Vicki Bourbous

After high school, my goal was to study at university and earn a degree. I achieved that goal, more than once. I love learning and expanding my mind. It’s my strength. It’s my gift. It’s my passion. Data becomes information. Information becomes knowledge. Knowledge is a pathway to wisdom. 

Education is not the only pathway to wisdom, and doesn’t always lead to wisdom. My maternal grandmother did not have a formal education, but she was a wise woman. Women like my grandmother are pure at heart. Through a combination of lived experience, intuition, faith, grounded values, courage, perception and other authentic qualities, especially humility, people like my yiayia reach a level of wisdom that is greater than many others who have PhD qualifications. 

It starts with humility.

In my experience within the higher education sector, regardless of academic level, such as professorship, those with the greatest minds are the most down to earth and humble. Their wisdom, beyond what they’re teaching in a unit of study, is what inspires. 

I miss the dialogue and connection with like-minded professionals, like the one I’ve shared in this post from my LinkedIn connections. This topic of discussion was from about four years ago, before the systemic abuse I encountered really escalated. 

I miss this so much. Perhaps that’s why I’m such a target from those with extreme arrogance that leads to no good, especially jealousy. I don’t know. It does, however, communicate clearly who they are: dark tetrad personalities. They have infiltrated the Australian university sector, which is why it’s resulted in a senate inquiry. The organisational culture has become rotten. Dark tetrad personalities have no place in higher education. 

This social justice battle, however, has also allowed me to connect with other leaders and warriors fighting for the same fair work conditions, human rights, dignity, safety, peace, and calling out truth to power. 

It does re-affirm my words quoted above. I’ve seen a lot more arrogance and ego (and greed) in the last few years, and far too little in the way of humility and respect. 

Bachelor of Education (Hons.) - University of Sydney

I remember my first year at university. It was a culture shock as I adjusted to life as a University of Sydney student. It included cheap food at the Manning Bar next to the newly built Faculty of Education building. It included end of semester uni parties and making lifelong friends.

It included lots of time in Fisher Library researching assignments and encountering students of all quirks and eccentricities, backgrounds and political persuasions. I still remember the smell of musty books gushing out in a whirlwind at 8am when the sliding doors of Fisher Library would open and some of us would make a beeline for the high demand room. 

I had the opportunity to study interesting subjects in the Faculty of Arts, like Anthropology. I loved the fact that our lecturers informed us the deadline for an assignment to be dropped in the assignment box was Friday 5pm, but that the office staff don’t check the box until 8am the following Monday morning (hint hint). It was a built in weekend extension. I lost weekends finalising those anthropology essays, but it earned me distinctions. The opportunity cost was worth it. 

I took Anthropology into my second year. My other elective, Psychology, was too dry and scientific. But Psychology 101 is taken up by so many first year students of all walks of life. They are spilling out of the lecture theatre in the first few months of first year university… until people start dropping off or dropping out. 

It was in such a lecture I remember someone asking the lecturer a question. Actually, this guy stood up and started Bible bashing. I was amused, others were annoyed, collectively I think many of us considered it disrespectful to the lecturer and to us as fellow students.

The reason I remember this intriguing moment is because not long after, as I and my lifelong friend from those Education studies days, were settling into a different lecture theatre in another location on campus, this time for our theoretical Education studies, that same Bible bashing guy was up the front, at the podium, and he calls out, “You Education students are a bunch of airheads.” I smiled, turned to my friend Sonia and said, “Yep, and damn proud of it.” 

My friends know I call myself an intellectual airhead. They know why. I’ve always been conscientious, passionate about lifelong learning, gifted in the humanities and social sciences (hence pursuing second year Anthropology and running a million miles away from the thought of a second year studying Psychology). But I also know I’ve been very naive, I wasn’t street wise, and needed jokes explained to me because I didn’t get the punchline the first time round. I also willingly gave people the benefit of the doubt and generally believed the world was a good place. 

Perhaps it was this combination that made me a target of abuse by those that belong in what’s been described as Dark Tetrad Personalities: Psychopaths, Narcissists, Machiavellians, and what has now been added, turning the Triad into Tetrad - Sadists. (Read more at https://psychcentral.com/pro/exhausted-woman/2015/11/the-dark-tetrad-possibly-the-scariest-boss#3).

But I’m a fast learner, and this “network” of dark tetrad personalities didn’t expect me to be strong-willed, firmly grounded in my values and choosing to fight back for the dignity of the human person and common good. They didn’t count on my level of stubbornness that my family have been fully aware of, from the day I was born. 

As a child, my stubbornness was frustrating to my family. As an adult, combined with my humanitarian values, it’s been a grace from God (He calls it Perseverance). I chose, by His Gift of Free Will, to persevere for the greater good of society. My stubbornness also saved my life through this massive ordeal over the last several years. But I have sat in the pews of churches, looked up at my Crucified Lord, and literally said, “Lord, You are testing my patience.” Perhaps there was a reason for that too. Only God knows why, and Patience is another grace. We live in a world lacking in patience. 

Going back to those uni days, fast forward to second or third year university, with more practical teaching work injected into the curriculum mix. In a Science and Technology curriculum workshop, we were tasked with making a windmill using a plastic water bottle, hot glue and a few other things. I’ll never forget the tutor telling us that, “No one has left this workshop without a working windmill.” I jokingly said to my uni friends, “He hasn’t met me yet.” 

Let’s just say, I stuffed it up (do not EVER hand me a flat pack to assemble). The tutor repeated to me, “No one has left this workshop without a working windmill,” while literally willing to give me $2 to go to the Manning Bar and buy another bottle of water. It was bad enough I stuffed up a primary school project as a training teacher. The least I could do was pay for a replacement plastic bottle. The tutor stepped in to make my working windmill, which I proudly walked around campus, holding it up and watching it spin in the breeze. 

I am, indeed, an intellectual airhead, and yes, I’m proud of it. But I think I’ll stick to my love for literature and leave the science experiments for others to handle.

Master of Information Management - University of NSW

From 2001-2003, for three years, two nights a week, 6pm-9pm, I traveled after work, from Strathfield to the UNSW campus at Kensington. I was diligently working on my Masters degree in Information Management. I enrolled part time while I worked, developed skills, experience, and a professional network of connections. 

Perhaps being on campus after business hours, and perhaps because it was postgraduate studies, I had a different relationship with my lecturers-in-charge. It was one of equity and mutual respect in this fascinating profession, especially in units of study still offered from the perspective of librarianship. 

UNSW used to offer a brilliant course in librarianship and records management. However, on 2nd December 1996, at a Council meeting, the Faculty of Professional Studies was disestablished, effective 1st January 1997.

The  Master of Information Management (MIM) was moved into the Faculty of Commerce and Economics, under the School of Information Systems, Technology and Management (SISTM) from 1998. It was from 2003 that Information Management started being phased out, making it difficult for me to find relevant electives in my final year. 

The corporate decisions within university governance to “phase out” courses, while students are still enrolled, had started happening at this time, but not in the way it’s happening now.

To finish the course, I now faced limited options. Although it wasn’t ideal, the closest elective I could find to finish, graduate and apply for a job opportunity that had come up, was Data Management. The handbook claimed there were no prerequisites to enrol, but my essay writing, humanities and social sciences brain did not agree. The lecturer-in-charge was from a computer science background. For me, watching paint dry would have been less torture and a lot more fun. Credit to those who love and are great at this information systems design stuff, I am grateful to have scraped in with a Pass after a Distinction average record. 

I worked equally hard in this unit, but I have no understanding and application for this side of information. I’m the end user, the information consumer who’d be giving feedback on systemic design, from my research on information retrieval behaviour of end users. Of course the information systems and technology geeks have made progress since then, most recently in AI. 

I’m the one who’d research how this technology impacts the retrieval and use of information, the ethical or academic issues within the higher education teaching and learning environment, among other things. 

I almost failed that data management elective, of no fault of my own. That irrelevant unit to my career almost risked a potential job opportunity that had nothing to do with data management but everything to do with qualifying by successfully finishing this degree. Therefore, if university leaders think that their decisions about course cuts, including how they manage the process (effectively or not), has no impact on fee paying students and their careers and lives, they need to think again. 

Under the Faculty of Commerce and Economics, many of the information management units focused more on information as a corporate asset and commodity. I learnt about the cost of information, how it’s used to generate competitive intelligence reports, and the concepts of information architecture and (predictably one of my favourites), the organisation of knowledge, from an intellectual and theoretical standpoint. 

Where equivalent courses in other universities focused more on information as part of library sciences, education or cultural assets, like historical archives, libraries and museums, my course was angled toward information and its importance in a corporate environment. It is a fascinating multi-dimensional, multi-disciplinary and “hybrid” profession. 

My passion for my studies at UNSW, and my hard work, paid off. I won a scholarship prize that paid for one of my units (everything helps and I had 12 units to complete for my qualification); and I received an award for my work in one of my subjects (an opportunity for my family to meet my brilliant lecturers). 

I had a mutual respect for the academic teaching staff, who had encouraged me to pursue a PhD. This was my passion, my vocation, my work. Keep all this in mind for when I share a written response from Catholic Church Insurance in about October 2021, that was cruel and ridiculous. I demanded CCI respond to my questions via IRO in writing, so the CCI “leaders” went into “fight” mode, got nasty and, well, childish in their behaviour. 

They should have just complied. I will be sharing that desperate action and written bs, when I continue that part of my story next year. I’ll link back to this post so we can see if what Catholic Church Insurance “leaders” wrote on record, is true. 

But the Minns government has a lot to answer for in their contempt for workers and employee rights and entitlements too. Especially my local MP, Chris Minns. You can’t make this stuff up, if you tried. As history proves repeatedly, “emperors” have risen, but ultimately they do fall. We are all mortal and we are all human. 

What’s lacking in Dark Tetrad Personalities is HUMILITY. And for that matter, HUMANITY. 

I paid my Masters degree upfront as I worked. My HECS debt for my Bachelors degree was paid by this time in my life too. I was contributing honourably to our Australian society. My taxes were a contribution to the public purse that I, like others, trusted government leaders to use efficiently and with transparency, where it was needed. I never expected this level of disrespect and greed from our current government in a democratic society, especially from the current Minns government of NSW. I haven’t cost the government a cent in my life, but I found myself in a situation where the government was costing me … EVERYTHING. 

I was never going to allow the Minns government to get away with such serious mismanagement of public money, where our taxes were not enough. That we cannot avoid death and taxes is true. But for many of us, the Minns government tried to take everything we worked for beyond our due diligence of paying taxes, and then send us to our death.

I was not going to let that happen. 

Graduate Certificate of Higher Education - Australian Catholic University

ACU was a university where leaders were committed to its Mission and Identity. In 2007-2008 I had the opportunity to enrol and study part-time for the GCHE, alongside my academic colleagues. It was a great opportunity to apply my knowledge in both Education and Information Management to teaching and learning design within the higher education sector. 

It was also a great opportunity to be part of an online academic learning forum, and for building connections and future collaborations with my academic clients. The GCHE gave me insight into theoretical frameworks underpinning higher education teaching and learning in various environments.

I worked with brilliant academic staff. The memorable ones embodied humility and kindness. They were the Mission and Identity. 

See http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2025/01/quality-staff-and-university-leaders.html and http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2025/07/prohibited-workplace-surveillance.html.

What went wrong with those appointed to govern the university? Where are all these repeated WHS hazards and incidents of offensive abuse mentioned in policies aligned to legislation, the code of conduct for ALL staff and the Identity and Mission? 

See http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2025/10/its-what-you-do-that-defines-who-we-are.html, http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2025/07/intimidating-family-as-community.html and http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2025/02/questions-i-would-like-to-ask-my.html.

How is this serious misconduct from senior executives an example of respect and dignity, and acknowledging the huge contribution I have made for the benefit of my university community, since August 2001? 

Accountability must finally happen. Apart from my own volume of records, gathering the information I was unaware of (omitted to disadvantage me), is in progress. As I said, information becomes knowledge. Knowledge is a pathway to wisdom, but knowledge is also power. Omitting information employees had a legal right to know was a weapon used by senior executive to disempower their own valuable staff. Why would they choose to do that? 

The university “leaders” have a legal obligation to empower their valuable staff, not disempower them.

Below is the original post from Peter Cavanagh with an interesting question and quote. It was to this post I contributed my own thoughts:

My contribution:

I miss these professional discussions. Everything stolen must be returned. It was not “theirs” to take. 

 

Regarding Peter Cavanagh’s initial post, it goes back to this :  https://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2024/07/when-we-are-born.html.