Org Gen

Our purpose and mission is to help organisations manage risk, reduce harm and promote respect by providing live intelligence about what it is like to work for those organisations through our Org Gen RAISE platform.

Organisational Genetics was born out of the real- life experiences of the founders to address the challenge of nurturing a more open reporting culture in the NHS and other organisations.

After years for working in the NHS, Bolton born, Tracy Boylin, witnessed several situations that inspired her to set up the business. She wanted to devise a culture which allows concerns to be raised safely in the knowledge that those concerns cannot be ignored or denied, and, that the person raising those concerns is respected and supported and does not suffer retribution as a result.

She already had an impressive c.v. in H.R. - including resolving the longest running strike in education history – when she was head hunted by a world-famous NHS Hospital Trust.

She became Director of Human Resources and looked forward to being part of such a worthwhile organisation, but within a short space of time, she realised that there was an endemic bullying culture that she was to fight for the next 5 years.

For Tracy, it was the start of a vicious persecution campaign that drove her to suffer PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and even to losing her voice at one point. Its virulent nature meant all avenues of internal complaint were closed to her. She was abandoned and left to fight not just her cause but the ethos of bullying that regularly drove staff away and caused them to remain silent rather than highlight poor patient care.

Eventually jobless, a determined Tracy took her fight to the highest level of Government and to the courts for the next 10 years. She went to regulators, MPs, and Parliamentary committees. gaining some success but always highlighting the basic, highly damaging problem. However, none of them were prepared to find the institutional courage needed to resolve the problem.

She wanted more than justice for herself and wanted to help other organisations and companies resolve the problem to prevent its growth and spread. Nothing is more precious than human life.

Tracy founded Organisational Genetics and has subsequently helped individuals and organisations nationally across the health care sector as well as management in many different industries to institute change.

Now, Organisational Genetics blends the expertise gained by Tracy and her associates over years with access to the latest hi-tech platform to regularly offer relevant information to create informed, ethical policy decisions that really make a difference, giving a voice to the voiceless.

Organisations can use our technology to extend their existing safeguarding teams and riskmanagement frameworks. Our technology helps the organisation reduce issues where harm occurs and prevent harm as part of a riskmanagement approach by live data and intelligence available to the organisation.

If you think Tracy can help, please contact her on:

N 07894 846835 E tracy.boylin@orggen.co.uk D www.orggen.co.uk

Tracy Boylin, CEO Organisational Genetics Ltd.

Denise Mullen is a journalist, columnist, writer and entrepreneur.

TERRY’S CHOCOLATE ORANGE... IS THE NEW BLACK?

By Denise Mullen

I’m old enough to remember the days when whistles and cat calls from building sites were the norm for any young lady attempting to navigate her way to, well, wherever in an urban environment really.

I don’t miss those days.

So, a friend of my husband’s tale of him, and two of his technicians, visit to a women’s prison, to service the heating and ventilation arrangements did give me a huge belly-laugh, followed up with that ‘there you go!’ feeling.

Steve (the boss and friend of husband) took with him a seasoned operative - a loud, confident Birmingham chap in his 40s - and an 18-year-old apprentice.

Already I know what you’re thinking...

They went through all the checks and proceeded, carrying their toolbags, through one of the main prison thoroughfares to get themselves to the kitchens and

‘back of house’ areas that are home to all the equipment they were there to see to.

The cat calls, whistles and pithy comments from the inmates were full on from the get-go. No warmup needed then ladies. This group of ladies see something they like the look of, or the possibility of some sort of negotiation for contraband and they’re in, right?

Right.

Steve noted the kerfuffle and, professional hat on, strode on with a friendly smile and a few nods in acknowledgement.

It was not going so well for the 18-year-old. He was, it’s fair to say, like a cat on a beach. Panting slightly, head down, face and ears bright red, he was now ‘creeping’ behind his boss, trying to make himself as small as possible. And that just wasn’t working.

By now the gathering has found out that they are baiting two Liverpool lads and a Brummy. ‘Ooooh, Scouser’ comes the shout, aimed at the poor youngster. Ladies’ night was in full swing, even though it was 9.20am, and this receptive audience showed no sign of giving any quarter. This was, by a country mile, the best show in town for quite some time. The heckling shot up a notch. Following the mortified lad, who was now clutching his toolbox defensively in front of him, was our big, bold Brummy bloke. And he was lapping it up. His running commentary to his colleagues went thus: “Whoar, she’s a bit of alright isn’t she. Look at that one. I wouldn’t mind doing all the work in here.” Apprentice manages to fold himself into an even tinier outline while Steve suggests Brummy Lad knocks it off. Then it comes. The coup de grace of all heckles from one of the ladies in question. It’s aimed at the smiling, waving Brummy. “If you give us a Mars Bar, I’ll touch yer bits.” Steve grabs the bent double young lad by the arm and quickens pace to the next division barrier and relative safety. Brummy Lad swaggers on like the late Liberace on a third encore. The ladies love him. Over a mug of builders’ tea later, and in a lady-free zone, Brummy Lad ponders: “What do you think she’d do for a four finger Kit Kat?” I noted, with a smile, that, whereas I presume men’s prisons would be a hotbed of negotiating for cigarettes or drugs, the ladies stayed true to their sisterhood, and went directly to petitioning for chocolate. Brummy Lad has a new moniker. Although, clearly, he sees himself as some sort of Milk Tray Man superhero with his powers of attraction (and let’s face it, there wasn’t a lot of male competition in there – Steve being the boss and a professional and the boy unable to raise his desperate eyes from the floor). That’s not what his colleagues chose. Disappointingly for Brummy Lad - it’s ‘Selection Box.’