part three it continues{0}
it has been requested by scores of well meaning, good looking, well washed, rocket science type critics, or in other words, from one person who actually talks to me about tbaoo .. what is that shit ? will you post anymore of that nonsense ? well yes.
today’s events force me to comply. the local gold coast news featured a goomburt ( that’s an insult ) suggesting, that today when a tractor thingy on the back of a truck caught fire, which of course caused the main highway to be blocked for hours, that in his strikingly stupid manner “they should have a back up plan” to stop any delay. this imbecile was apparently right behind the burning load, fire trucks, main roads and police personal and couldn’t go forward or backward, because as you’ve already guessed, he wasn’t the only person on the road …. legislate for intelligence, shit we even give them a vote !!
any-how this piece from the first chapter of the groundbreaking novel by tbaoo, is so closely connected to the imbecile featured on the news, it really deserves a run. i’ll give you a back up plan matey .. shut up, sit down and wait for the fire crews, police and emergency services to sort the problem out. then if you can get your lard arse back in your car .. piss off !!
If you’ve never worked in a Council I’ll give you a run down, far too many bosses, supervisors etc and not enough workers, that’s pretty normal in any work place sure, but at each level of management there is a complete lack of will, ability or wish to make a decision, they just pass it on to the one above and so on. How the fuck anything actually gets done astounds me, but there you go its Council. The public thinks we do nothing of course, but to our defence, “Hell!!”… We do heaps”, but it’s a bit top heavy that’s all. Indeed they, the great unwashed, look at a work site, see three people talking without actually digging in the hole and think that there’s no work going on. Bullocks, to that I say! There is plenty of decision making going on; it might just be that it’s three layers of management in action, i.e. deferring a decision.
While talking about a group of people standing around during an onsite event, I was standing in the middle of a brightly highlighted group of people in the blocked north bound lanes of the back highway one evening recently. It was a slurry/mud and concrete spill and as the road was closed, here we were Police, Main Roads and others, all in our own version of fluro safety vests, assessing the situation, while traffic heading south was slowing to an excruciatingly slow crawl checking it out. Some ignorant prick heading south, yells at me out his window,
“Why the fuck? Am I carrying out road works at this time”…..and whilst showing concern for my long suffering social life suggested that;
“I should fucking well hurry up – Arsehole”
The last part was very well phrased and the entire one way interaction although very sincere, made me realise just how much I loathe the general population at times. I think my generous smile to this particular gentleman conveyed these sincere thoughts. The fact that I’d liked to have stretched his scrotum up over his forehead and set it alight, shall remain my secret.
This morning I’ve been blessed with a wide range of complaints coming in, it’s still only 09.30 and the first is a rather stressed young professional woman ringing Council to complain about the number of ibis gathering at the Merlin Beach cafe precinct and would you believe, shitting in her car.
“Yes Betty”… I agree “Wildlife at the beach is a terrible inconvenience”…holding back the smirk.
And although I personally think that birds’ defecating in your new BMW convertible might be justified from a socialistic perspective and rather humorous…. I reply;
“I’ll see what I can do”…. said with a chest full of professionalism.
This never ending stream of complaints does keep the day interesting; you talk and empathise with them, follow up with a site visit, (if appropriate), and then report on the event and outcome. Slightly trivial yes – but it does help to pay the mortgage. I make it to lunch and wander around thinking about the frightening shit that happened last night. Seriously frightening! – Yet lucky shit.
