They run around like headless chickens, of course!

I was a low-grade EO in a Civil Service department stuffed with entitled, middle-class twits.. All ready to talk strategy and high-level until the cows came home, but all equally clueless about the day-to-day nuts and bolts of the job. They were utterly immue to polite requests, but when a man with a beard, a ponytail and a Northern accent got stroppy at them, they changed their underwear and got things done, even if they were senior to me! It drove me into chronic depression and eventually I had to quit a couple of years ago.