he he he..
Yeah, you should know me Bruce - I gave up drinking! (yep yep yep = when guzzling came into fashion!)
Yeah - well I, for the ife a me can't work it out - i must walk round with a "kick me" sticker on my bleedin forehead...
You know - I go in to see these beaurecrats - and I draw about 6 deep breaths at the door - put on my "happy smiley face - relax a little - come across polite - and ask the nice man about what i have to do - to get my boat into survey, how much does it cost etc etc, I nod at the appropriate times (like I understand all the mumbo jumbo, double talk and gobbledeygook they are givin me) I laugh at the nice mans wise cracks like i really think he's funny.
You know how it is - i want this guy to like me, take my money, and give me my orange "SPV" sticker on the boat so I can go to work...
I want him to remember me as the friendly fella -nothin upsets him - always smiling - nice to get along with, pleasant and polite etc...so that whenever I deal with them - I'll have no worries, they will treat me back the same way...
Except, it never works like that - every time I get shafted!.
The nice fella then commences to tell me 45 different acrobatic maneouvers I have to perform like a curcus clown for his and his staffs light entertainment, in order to achieve the sticker and hand over my money and walk outta there - ready to go to work.
The list of things - then turns out to be totally unachievable - no one on gods earth can do all the things he says need doing - and will he "bend", be flexible, help out. give a little take a little- find a way 'round the problem' instead a just saying "tough luck China?
No fricken way - they seem to delight in takin a week to read their little book to find some more hurdles for you to jump if you Do everything they asked coz they rrealy didn't think you'd get this far!
Well by now I'm pissed pretty good - but still biting my tongue and being Mr Nice guy, all the while - my knuckles are white while I hold onto the underside of the desk, with both hands - because - If I let go - I'm gunna snap like a twig bein stepped on - and reach across the bloody desk and rip this coonassed public servants throat out with my bare hands - but I'm gunna get there by goin thru his rectum first!
What shytes me to tears, was I was a public servant and I never treated people that way in 18 years - i made damn sure they got what they came for and went away happy, I belived I was a servant of the public, not some demigod of the morning tea room.
I just can't handle dealing with these asswipes with their noses in the public trough, when I see how they treat people...
So - yes I snap, and I hit em twixt the eyes with whatever they fear most - public ridicule - a visit from the fraud squad - whatever it takes to rattle their tree..I find out whatever their "fiddle" is (every one loves a fidddle some illicit perk they get outta their position in the workforce) and if it's illegal - I let em know I'm about to advise the press, their parliamentary minister, the anti corruption commision etc etc.
Then if they don't switch tack and play ball- I do just that - out em in public and let em enjoy a few days notoriety in the press, with their picture showing them in the defence dock at court on official corruption charges, or any other way I can ruin their day week month year or life - depending how pissed off I really get.
The thing is - I just go in their to hand over my $ and get my sticker like everyone else - how come every time I do, it always ends up in a street brawl?
I really do try.
I'm thinkin I should change tact tho from now on - walk in with a baseball bat and king hit the sucker between the eyes before he even gets to say gidday, start the relationship out like I know it's gonna end, and save all the grief inbetween.
Whattaya think Bruce - do I need an attitudinal readjustment more toward the baseball bat approach????
Hi, my names trouty """WHACK"""" take that - Sorry, I will learn to watch my language -, now giomme my fricken sticker n takle my money before IOget really pissed and kick your butt till your nose bleeds, now - what was ya name again?
Ahh yes - another week ends...It's Friday afternoon and right about now I could use a beer.
I feel better now!
Cheers!