5 September’s 2012
Are you at all with your goods, my little child?
OK, we lie. OK we creative accounting. OK, we protect our own even when wrong. OK we aren’t you bored. OK we push under rug, we leave it for later my little sibling and has God. But this up rivers! What catched you again? The too much vacation? Did I not tell you no drink vodkas in sun? How long you are here eh? You come you go, you come you go and still no news you have taken. You had chance to go into places none has gone before: the Ministry of Economics, the Ministry of Labour, and Tax Mahal – the final frontier. You saw people, you saw papers, you study, you think, and this what you come up?!? That fault of PRIVATE labour? Are you totally deranged? You want us all to turn extreme communists? You want us crazy? You want us and the two? To run naked down street waving red flag singing entechno songs? (Is like techno without the beat.)
I have you news: peoples in private sector already work each one for ten. Instead of correcting you want to make official?!! I have you more, read my lips: labour law NOT THE PROBLEM WITH GREEK ECONOMY! But is possible you be that ignorant? You start to me make to believe that you really conspiracy to make us Bangladesh. I feel like I am in the part of a thriller where through a sinister turn of events the character realizes who the real villain is. But no no, this cannot be truth. You must make slab. Well, not funny! Change now! Say letter is farce to Minister. Correct while time. Or Memorandum no stand chance. Unless of course that’s what you want. Ahhh! Me you made furious! I am out brakes! I leave you, I go calm down.
But you I tell this: we might be rascals but we are not stupid. Here’s hoping that neither are you.
I’ll be back
P.S. Well, fancy that!