Once upon a time ...

... I worked at a place where people who lived in strata schemes could ring up and ask questions about their rights and obligations under the Strata Schemes Management Act 1996. (Yes, that's right, I worked in a job where I actually helped people!). That's pretty much all we did, explain that particular bit of law to folk who could not be arsed looking it up themselves. "Why can't I build a spa bath on my balcony?" "How can we stop the 'renters' using the pool?" "Am I allowed to pull up the carpet and put down floorboards?" "What happens if I refuse to pay my levies?" "I've been told to stop leaving my washing up gloves to dry on the window sill, can they make me do that?" - Yes, that last one was an actual question.
As you can imagine, my colleagues and I had read the Act in question and knew it pretty much backwards (NOT rocket science by the way, it's a fairly simple piece of legislation), we'd quote bits at each other, just for larks. I was regularly astounded by the number of "lawyers" and "strata title management agents" who would ring for assistance.
So, the point of this ramble is, I saw this the other day*. And it reminded me that a colleague and I regularly threatened to leave and set up our own strata management agency. We were going to call it Satan's Spawn, the Strata Managers**. Our business cards were going to inform folk "we've actually READ the Act!".
That is all.





*Disclaimer, I've gone and looked at Mr Paul's page on the interwebs, I am NOT a Libertarian. I just found the illustration funny.
** Yes, really. But we didn't.