Encounters with Morons

Today I had three encounters with morons at work.

1. A SESB (equivalent to TNB in West Malaysia) (electricity company) staff (let me called him Mr. L) demanded that I go to see him so that I can sign and cancel an invoice I issued for some reimbursements for tender drawings we printed more than half a year ago. He said he has two of the same invoice. But how would a moron be able to differentiate? The reason he has two copies was because my company did not get paid for the first invoice and subsequently there was a change in the person in charge (and this second person in charge may not know anything about the first invoice). I wanted to tell him that but I did not want to waste my breath. I also did not give into his demand of going to see him. I instructed my office boy En. T to do it for me. When En. T went to see Mr. L, Mr. L gave him a lecture on being a goalkeeper. Only a moron can do that! When I told my boss what had happened, he told me Mr. L is kinda crazy. So I gave him the correct name.

2. A man called up my company and asked whether my company had put an advertisement in the newspapers for the post of Resident Engineer to be based in Universiti Malaysia Sabah for one of the buildings to be constructed there. Why ask such a question? If you can see it in the newspapers then it is there. Otherwise no. I had to be polite to the caller (which I suspect is one of my ex-colleagues. I can recognise his voice but I did not bother to ask his name) so I said ‘Not that I know of’, since every cash or cheque payment has to go through me. Then he enquired whether my boss is in the office. I told him no and he proceeded to ask for my boss’s mobile phone number. After giving him the number 016 813xxxx, the moron then ask me ‘is that it?’ Oh for goodness sake, did I miss out a number or what? I hung up the phone.

3. At about 5pm I went inside the toilet to relief myself. The moron/s who went before me did not bother to replenish the roll of toilet paper. This is not the first time and it won’t be the last eventhough my boss has lectured so many times regarding this common courtesy. But people in my office are too selfish, they do not care about the welfare of others except themselves. The moron/s who always do this need to be shot. But then again, I told one of my colleagues. If they do not do that at home, what makes you think they will do it at work? It is not in their so called scope of work. To them it is the job of the part-time cleaner. Well, wait until the day they go in and they need to pass motion and there is nothing to use except their hands and water!

Moron moron moron!

(I learnt the word moron during my time in Down Under.

A few years back when Tun Dr. M was still the Prime Minister, he used this word to refer to George Soros. At that time, the reporters did not understand what he was talking about and asked him to explain. His answer was ‘someone from Moronia’. And they believed him! I laughed until my stomach ached when I heard that.)