Category: Rant


I don’t think I’ve been this emotional over a federal election.

For a long time a brother has been leaving little Liberal Party pamphlets/paraphernalia around our local masjid which has bugged me but of course I never said anything. Now, the masjid has decided to put placards of Gary Hardgrave’s (member for the Liberal Party) ugly mug outside the building!

Now, anyone who reads my blog knows that I don’t much like our Prime Minister, John Howard and I cannot understand the appeal of the Liberal Party except for those who are already rich but still money hungry, racists and selfish people. Which apparently is MOST OF THE AUSTRALIAN POPULATION OH MY GOD END THIS MISERY SOON.

So of course I’ve been angry (to the point of nearly vomiting) over the masjid board’s decision to advertise the wan man. I thought would I be so annoyed if there were placards of the local Greens member or the local Democrat member? And yes I say I would be. It’s a place of worship for goodness sake and I don’t want politics anywhere near it.

Besides, Muslims are not an amorphous Liberal voting bunch no matter how much support* this particular Liberal may be showing us at this very moment. So whoever made the decision on behalf of the worshipers at my masjid can kindly take the placard down and put it in front of his house, not the house of God.

I don’t think I can help myself. I feel an angry letter coming and doctor, I canna stand the strain!

* And by “support” I actually mean eating all our steak burgers, Portuguese chicken and chips

Horrid Colleague: So have you had much to do with ultrasounds, then?

Tasmiya: Not really though the previous practice I worked had purchased one just before I left.

Horrid Colleague: They didn’t have…I mean you wouldn’t have had many ultrasounds….I mean in your day.

Tasmiya: (meak voice): I’m not THAT old.

I mean they’ve been around since the 1940s surely. What? Do I look SIXTY years old??

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Horrid Colleague: I’ll just run the blood tests on this dog in hospital if that’s ok.

Tasmiya (busy seeing to critical, nearly dying cat): Yeah, sure.

30 minutes later, Tasmiya has stabilised critical cat while Horrid Colleague finally gets dog out of cage for blood collection.

Tasmiya: I hate to be a pain but I generally like to do the workup on my own cases so I’m happy for you to look at the dog and assess but I’d actually like to do the blood collection and do the health profile.

Horrid Colleague: So you want to do the blood test?

Tasmiya: Yes.

Horrid Colleague: But just before I asked you if I could do it and you said that was fine.

Tasmiya: I know but that was because I was busy before.

Horrid Colleague (throwing her arms in the air): Fine! If you want to do it then that’s just FINE!

Tasmiya: I didn’t mean you couldn’t examine the dog for yourself….

Horrid Colleague : NO, that’s quite alright. I just didn’t want the dog sitting there being neglected and not having anything done to it.

Nevermind that she had left it for half an hour.-

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Horrid Colleague: So who is the night vet on then?

Nice Colleague: Me.

Horrid Colleague: So you’re here tonight?

Nice Colleague: Yeah, till 8:30

Horrid Colleague: That’s not the night vet, that’s the evening vet. I mean who is on the overnight shift?

Nice Colleague: That would be the OVERNIGHT VET.

This conversation actually went for much longer but it was nice to see someone else have a problem with Horrid Colleague. At least I know it isn’t just me. What would I know anyway? I’m just an old fuddy duddy.

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