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Putting the Awful into Awstralia
In Dublin there is a pub with the charmingly atmospheric name
of The Furry Bog. That immediately conjures up all sorts of
images in this ancient-but-sharp mind - and none of them are
pretty.
However, the name doesn't apply to ablution seats, but more
the peat bogs that Ireland is famous for.
Why did I raise this? Well ... there are a couple of items
around in the news at the moment that make me think that perhaps
Australia has changed into a Furry Bog-like cesspool that
has a distasteful stench of utter bastardry.
Now these yarns hit at two different sides of our current
society - work and home - and I have to confess we have hit
such an appalling level of humanity neither really surprised
me.
As a father of about 310 children, I love each and every
one of the little critters - although June can be a very expensive
month with about 200 birthdays coming all at once.
I'm fortunate not to have lost any of them, but every time
I hear of a parent losing a child my usually cold heart goes
out to them.
So the case of the Queensland girl who ran away from home
five years ago and left her parents thinking she'd been murdered
is just horrific beyond belief.
Those people would have been through utter hell and, unless
she was the biggest pain-in-the-arse teen who had ever lived,
they would have been gutted to the max.
Now the girl and her boyfriend, with whom she ran away when
about 13, are going to sell their stories to the media - to
that shield of truth and justice A Current Affair - for an
estimated $300,000+.
My first point is how can a child be so nasty, vindictive
and hideously uncaring to put her parents through thinking
she was dead? Even if your folks peed you off surely you'd
feel some semblance of pity for them.
Next on the list is a shining example of how Australian companies
deal with their workers.
We've got Qantas sacking up to 1400 staff - just casting
them out into the cold - but even better is the tale of a
traffic controller who was sacked by JNI Traffic Control -
OVER THE PHONE BY SMS!!!!!!!
That's right, no how-de-do, no meetings, just a straight
out "rack off".
Needless to say it is in the courts - unfair dismissal would
you believe - and personally I hope the bloke rogers them
rigid financially.
What a pack of arseholes.
Grumpy
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