Best Job, My Ass!

Remember the whole best job in the world contest? Well it went sour, people. The dude that won just got stung by a wee poisonous jellyfish.

"No F'n Way!"

Yeah, that's what I said too. The irony seems lost on the jobber, who's a Brit by the name of Ben Southall. He tells the tale in his own words over at his blog that I wish were mine, because if it were that would mean I won the contest and I made the $120,000 that guy's getting paid for this.

Here's what happened:

Trouble struck paradise this week when a British man who has the "Best Job in the World" as the caretaker of a tropical Australian island was stung by a potentially lethal jellyfish.

Ben Southall – who won a contest to blog for six months about life on Australia's Hamilton Island to promote tourism – wrote Tuesday that he was lucky to have survived his brush with the extremely venomous Irukandji jellyfish.

I wanted that job. I even applied for it. They could have picked me. I can blog... when I feel like it. I can hang around on a beach. I can... breathe oxygen!

But no, they give it to this doof and what does he do? He gets in the path of a extremely venomous Irukandji jellyfish. Not only would that never have happened to me--because I would stay out of the water--but...

I think the guy is full of shit.

Look at who benefits. The dude either made it up or he jellied himself. Just my rampant speculation. I'm merely idly hypothesizing in a completely not libel way.

By the way something, I'm sorry I called that guy a doof. And I was pretty much just kidding about this being a PR stunt.