Will you dodge work to watch Jennifer shake her booty?

Now that we have all survived watching Jennifer Whatshername shaking her booty in Brazil along with that Pitbull oke, we can all go back to our paraffin heaters and hope Eskom lasts until the final whistle blows in Rio.
There was not much fanfare for the 2014 World Cup as Dundee and Noord-Natal went about their business of dodging glue sniffers, dodging out-of-town coal trucks, hoping to dodge prossies and pretending to support local business (we all know you shop at the Newcastle Mall and try to look important).
No, 2010 was real Wakka Wakka. Remember the Courier party and the impromptu soccer matches that erupted on Beaconsfield Street? Now that was an opening ceremony – complete with sound. 
Fortunately, because of the time differences, bosses do not have to worry about soccer-loving employees dodging work to watch televised matches. These are all late-night affairs.
I have always envied furniture salesmen. They get to watch television at work and can justify it by telling everyone that they are test driving their products. Anyway, not everyone has a nice boss. Times are hard and CVs continually land on desks from job-hunters.
But what happens when you get that job? Complain about all the work you have to do, the hours, the pay, and your workmates?
In Dundee finding a job is a bit like dodging suspension at the municipality. You will probably get one if you look hard enough, but when it does come along surprise takes you. A bit like those municipal workers who never know if they should take their lunch boxes with them or leave their sarmies at home to eat as they may get the chop before tea break.
Anyway, off you go – all fired up and enthusiastic. But then your boss is not so nice. He may shout at you or in some cases, ignore you completely or talk to you in the third person.
He may accuse you of war crimes and tear up your sick notes and not come up with that promised pay rise. These are the bosses from hell. John Peters, a USA movie director, has the dubious honour of being voted the most hellish boss in the US.
Disturbingly, Rev Jesse Jackson – he of the ra-ra civil rights movement – is number two.
When you were in the army, all bosses were from hell. Only a sadist would wake you up at 3:30am on a winter’s morning and drench you with cold water and then give you 15 minutes to have the bed dried and made up for inspection. But in the real world we expect a bit more from our bosses.
Sadly, compassion is not a watchword. But you can always contact the Labour Department – as long as it is before 3pm…