The Diary of Curses, Wishes and Thoughts

There are times when I wish that someone I truly dislike (not the trivial 'he/she's a snob', 'that person is so lazy', 'that friend backstabbed me and took my job, house and partner'), truly can't stand even thinking the first letter of their name, would just get run over by a bus several times. I'd even hope that the bus driver would reverse over the disliked person in an effort to make sure that he did run over that person and that it was an accident, or perhaps he was imagining things but sadly enough, he did not. And that overcome by grief and shock, he fails to drive the bus off the body.

Aha. Yes I'm having one of those days and no doubt, others have too. I get these feelings when I encounter extremely lazy people with brains the size of a peanut but they only use less than half a nut to function. These are the people who see only several kinds of people.

1. Their own - one dumb peanut recognises another dumb
peanut.
2. The ones better than them (this is not hard at all)
3. The rich - peanuts determine if the rich can turn them into
peanut butter or if they are something to be looked down
upon. On no account have they ever once thought that
people better off than them have actually had to work
hard in life. No!

I was recently in a position where someone blamed me for losing his job. Hmmmm. I don't know if it was because I felt sorry for him and kindly took him aside to tell him that sitting on the internet 10 hours a day chatting to some online chick he just met was not a good image.

If anyone can tell me what a security guard's job is, please do so.

Plus, there were a few factors that added to me insulting his pride. Apparently, his village boss was also a boss at the firm who had hired him, the primary word being 'WAS'. That to him meant, that if his boss was no longer there, he didn't have to answer to any other superiors. Get my drift?

So of course, him not turning up for work and not informing anybody was all my fault. Him sitting at the computer and not doing his duties was all my fault. The boss noticing his absence and lack of work ethics was once again - all my fault. I suppose he thought the boss was blind and that I had told him. Sigh................................

There are people like this everywhere in the world. But nowhere as prevalent like here in Suva, the capital of Fiji. Expatriots, if you are coming to work here, come armed and with the knowledge that you don't have to bring all your brains. Just a couple of peanuts.

Written by a local.