THIS refers to those who campaigned hard for their political gods and goddesses last May 13 election. Some LGU regular employees have been promoted or transferred to savory offices. Others are taken as casual employees and they are now in different offices.
It pays to have canine devotion to your political lords if you want to have a bigger bone. After all, it is a dog-eat-dog society and a bone is a sacred need in a mongrel congregation. That could be the reason why some politicians have cynophobia (fear of dogs). They are very dogmatic while in office.
One casual employee (not a college graduate) in one town was assigned to supervise series of work in the public market. He is giving orders even to regular employees as if he is a four-star clown. He behaves like a ‘capo dei capi’ (boss of all the bosses) that even the market director has been transformed into a ‘sotto capo’ (under boss lieutenant).
And, there was this lady who finished Technical Vocational Education (Home Economics). She was assigned in the Accounting Department. She does not know accounting but she records who come late, who stay longer in coffee shops, and keeps records of those who make negative comments against her political boss.
Another political ally (a horse whisperer) recommended to his political gaffer that the followers of the former chief executive be transferred to a sub-office in the upland barangay to handle ‘cedula’ payment from camote farmers. Their additional work is to help the midwife deworm out-of-school children. In politics, life could be horrible or miserable.
There was this lady who is always late in coming in to her new office. She is seen moonlighting even during office hour. She believes she is a ‘capo’ (boss) also and her officemates call her ‘The Reporter’ because she invents fake news that would amuse the gods and goddesses. When people fear you, it is the most intoxicating sensation.
Politics is deliciously complicated. When I was still in office, the relative of a boss recommended her two beautiful lady relatives to be assigned to me. They could not type very well but I was requested to train them. They are really figuratively beautiful (head to foot). This ‘relative formula’ obliged me to teach and like them.
One day, my investor friend entered my office with a request to fill up forms. The two beautiful ladies helped him. After an hour, he came to me, “Ver, I think the ladies are not qualified to work in your office. They don’t know how to type.”
I was hurt by the strong claim of my friend. I answered, “Give me another month, we can make them expert typists but no one in this office can teach them how to grow additional finger!”