Pet Peeves Of A Perfectionist

There are many irritants which make my brows furrow.

Those who carry home a big fat salary but don’t deliver jobs expected from them. The ones that have of late become a cause of peeve are the sweepers on the payroll of the Municipal Corporation Department.  They are paid well. It’s their job to clean the streets and roads everyday. Most times they play truant. If they do attend to their duty it’s done haphazardly.

You can report them but why get regular work done by lodging complaints?

Insensitive neighbours lacking in civic sense. We have a new neighbour on the first floor. They are getting the flat renovated before shifting. So we have rubble piled up on the street fronting the ground floor flats. Even after several requests for disposal some left overs remained scattered. Finally some of it was disposed off by one of the members of the Block Residents Welfare Association and some by yours truly. There is still a heap piled up in the shaft. Who cleans it up is yet to be seen.

I despise the act of begging. It’s an organised activity. In every traffic isle there is a bunch of beggars who look every way fit to earn a livelihood by honest labour. But they won’t. Some carry wads of currency notes tucked in between their fingers. You can get a hundred bucks changed by them. Some day I am sure they’ll be fishing out a scanner for online payment as well. I won’t be surprised if they do.

Recently, at a traffic signal a gypsy girl started cleaning the windscreen of my car without asking. I told her I am not carrying any cash but she did not listen. When she asked for money I explained to her that she should ask before doing the job because nowadays nobody carries paper money and giving  small changes is just out of the question. I don’t know whether she understood but I felt bad for not paying her.

This is an incident of being compelled to pay for a random service required or not. The girl thought she will anyway get the money even from a reluctant passer by as she has provided a service unasked.

Being a perfectionist I perhaps judge people too sternly and expect them to behave the way I would. But the world does not go by what should be. I guess in today’s times when social and moral values are generally on the decline it’s best to learn the art of ignoring to a certain extent or end up being judged  as an over demanding or cantankerous person by others.