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This story is about a Pathetic SPV who used to work for me.  Looking back, it is all so clear to me… she seemed to have changed… Hah!  For a second, I’d forgotten that SPVs don’t change… they, just, reinvent themselves! Perceptions, you guys… so necessary in the lives of SPVs!

My husband and I had acquired a security system to be installed at the office, it’s just that we hadn’t come around to installing it… we were on it… coordinating the layout the day before this happened. 

Pathetic SPV knew this… it was just a matter of hours.  We got caught up in a couple

of meetings and the installation was postponed for the morning after.

I sensed it.  I had some sort of a premonition, to put it simple… but paid no attention to it.

Anyway, Pathetic SPV arrived very early next morning at our house and, since we, my husband and I, were still drinking our coffee and were running a little late, we asked her to go ahead and open the office…

Hmmm… I connect the dots and… Did she arrive earlier that morning to be able to see, first hand, the expressions on our faces?  Hmmm… I wonder…

Not even five minutes had passed after she left, when I got a call from Pathetic SPV…

• Why are the doors damaged? - Pathetic SPV asked sounding vague and freaking indifferent.
• Which doors? - I uttered, fearing the answer while my heart beat fast.
• Your office’s… and the closet in the lobby… and, you left all your checkbooks out and there are documents everywhere - she went on sounding even more stupid and detached… not calling it what it was…
• What the hell are you talking about?  What documents?  Checks?  I mean, where? - I asked, rhetorically, trying to think.
• Well, the doors… they are busted… everything is out of place and some things are missing - Pathetic SPV continued, indifferent, and with a freaking childish voice (I could almost see her ‘victim’s face’ on).
• I’m on my way - I said and hung up.

How could she be as stupid as to not realize we’d been robbed? …anyone, with half a brain looks at the scene for a nanosecond and knows!  She just refused to say it!  Why? …Hmm…

You see, she called me from her cell phone!   I didn’t realize it then.  By calling me from her cell, she was already aware that there were absolutely no phones around… nor any faxes, nor computers, and everything all over the place and the doors had been wrecked… I mean, you don’t have to be freaking Einstein!   Some things are missing, she said???   They’d taken everything but the desks!!!  Unless… hmmm… maybe…

I wasn’t thinking clearly.

While I focused my attention in problem solving, Pathetic SPV, whom I helped so much in the past… sat down to chat, and disregarded her surroundings… telling jokes and stories about her pathetic little life to the other employees.

So freaking uncaring!  As any other SPV, nothing moves them!  They are unbelievably unsympathetic to the-rest-of-us-mortals.

As to make a long story short, Pathetic SPV, as any other crook in this country, knew authorities would get nowhere, right? 

I, naively, asked the forensics guy who came over to lift prints and take pictures if, in fact, we would ever know who’d broken in… indicating to him that we have a huge database with fingerprints and everything… if you take into account our voting ID card, driving licenses, passports, etc.

• No.  This is useless, but we’re told to come do it - he cynically answered.

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So you can imagine how far it got me… the burglar even used my phone, at four o’clock in the morning, to call a cell phone… Yes, crazy!  I had hard evidence from my phone records, and there was nothing I could do… and the authorities did nothing.

I was a victim of SPVism in a country where such a thing is excused and nurtured.  An SPV insists that you ‘must’ give her a piece of your pie and, if you don’t, she grabs it.  She steals.  You have what she wants… An SPV covets and decides, in her twisted little psyche, that it is only fair if you share… or she’ll take it… it’s that simple.

I heard, Pathetic SPV, several times complain about others having more opportunities in life… of course… I repeat and insist… they decide that the poor is poor because of the rich and not for being lazy!  Success equals work… and work equals motion…

My thoughts: Ah, but if they go across the border, then they get not one… but two and sometimes three jobs… well, then I’m forced to wonder: Why the heck don’t you come do that in your own freaking country!!!