Bloody Jobsworth

Some people love their jobs. Some jobs are very hard not to love, movie star, sportsman/woman, radio dj. All these have something in common. They are very well paid and the person doing them is I’m pretty sure, doing something that they love and have worked their whole life to achieve.

I reckon 95% of the working population are not in their ideal jobs. They would much rather be doing something else and they for damn sure, would rather they were making a hell of a lot more money.

Yes some people do grow into their jobs. They may have been at a company for a long time, worked their way up through the hierarchy and now be in a management position. It may not have been their first choice but once they have reached that position and pay structure, I am sure that they don’t mind their job. This is no excuse though to be a jobsworth!!!

For all you people that don’t know what a jobsworth is, it is someone that takes their job far too seriously, does everything correctly down to the letter. Also someone, that if you are cutting the smallest of corners will pull you up on it, either make you do it again (even if it is perfectly fine) or give you one hell of a bullocking.

Obviously the bullocking ones are the people that are on a power trip. They love the fact that they are the manager and they get off on it. After reading you the riot act for using a paper clip instead of a staple, they head into the toilet to have a quick one off the wrist to congratulate themselves on being brilliant.

Another example of a jobsworth on a power trip is a dick of a steward. I can talk from personal experience here. I went to the Heineken Cup Final at Murrayfield with a group of guys from my rugby club. A hip flask was brought into the ground. Now strictly speaking you are not allowed hip flasks but I have not been to any professional rugby match where there hasn’t been a hip flask banded about. The hip flask was happily passed amongst the guys and the randoms we were sitting with, all good natured, all having fun. A couple of stewards noticed but the atmosphere was jovial, they turned a blind eye and got involved in some good banter. Top blokes. Then there was the jobsworth. He clocked the hip flask. His face went red. His expression said ‘HOW DARE THEY BRING THAT IN HERE, NOT ON MY WATCH.’ He came over and demanded the hip flask. It was passed to him with a fair amount of resistance but eventually he got his grubby mits on it and then, criminally, poured the contents out. What a grade A knob. This is a prime example of a jobsworth. He then disappeared to have a shifty of the wrist and congratulate himself on a job well done. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters