Back when I worked in Brisbane City Council I worked with a very clever man called Frank. Frank was the Manager of City Assets, responsible for overseeing management of Council's vast portfolio of land, buildings, infrastructure, equipment and so forth. I was responsible for housing and homelessness initiatives and Frank organised for Council to donate some fabulous parcels of land for the Brisbane Housing Company , a new affordable housing company we were kicking off alongside the State Government. He also handed over a small stock of spare houses to homelessness organisations to use for short-term housing until they were needed for their original purpose. I really appreciated his support, but the thing he did that impressed me most had nothing to do with me. It was about cars. For most of my time in Council, cars were a source of frustration. Each of Council's hundreds of small teams had its own allocated vehicles, with their numbers vary...
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