Who the hell is paying these people?

WHERE do you apply for this type of employment? Just when you thought you’d heard it all, up pops another dubious gem.

This week it was announced that psychologists have discovered that knowing something is about to end makes us enjoy it more.

Leaving the last writhing’s of a sexual romp out of the equation; researchers have discovered that when volunteers were supplied with some five chocolates apiece, those who were told they were on the last chocolate enjoyed it more than those who were kept in the dark.

Apparently it’s all to do with us expecting endings to be happy! Films, shows, deserts at the end of a meal, so on and so forth. Did you ever hear such a load of pure unadulterated poppycock in your whole life?

What’s more`, who the hell is paying these people?

Only one guess in that direction I’m afraid. They have even announced that the syndrome could produce negative consequences (oh really!)

Apparently candidates who interview first for a job could be viewed less favorably than the last in the room. It also states that exam pupils could suffer from having their papers at the top of the pile for marking.

(‘If I’d stuck my paper at the bottom of the heap I’d have got that PhD!) Another lot of psychological wastes of space have done a ‘series of tests’ that suggest people with short easy names do better in the work place and life in general.

Englebert Humperdinck and Arnold Schwarzenegger may beg somewhat to differ with that conclusion! Enough of the frivolity.

The mind numbing facts in all this is that, at taxpayers’ expense, so called intelligent adults actually meet, experiment and seriously discuss these types of subjects during their normal daily employment.

Well I want a job of the same ilk. Problem is they never get stuck up in the local job center do they. Sorry about that. Should have made sure your application was at the bottom of the pile.

If your name was John smith you may have even made it to prime Minister! One thing is fer sure I guarantee you look favorably on the last brick in that pile that has to be shifted by dinner time.

Come to that the final dirty dish in the sink looks pretty attractive as well. There you are we reached that conclusion with no cost to the taxpayer whatsoever!

Well, by the time you read this, the oldest hippie in town will be chilling out with like-minded friends in beautiful down-town Portugal. If I’m not heard of for about a week, do me a favour.

PLEASE don’t send out a search party!

I’ll tell you one thing; I bet I find it a darn sight easier to keep the faith!
Love Leapy
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