It’s that time of year again; where one often finds oneself surrounded by strangers and colleagues at ‘Christmas parties’, and often on the receiving end of the most depressing question known to mankind:
‘so, Ignatius what is it that you do ?
Not to be taken at face value – ‘well y’know. What I do is dance the macarena and sometimes play the tuba, and dress up in women’s clothes when the urge takes me. ‘
What they actually mean is ‘what pointless subservient task consumes the majority of your life ?’
The Ig prefers a direct response here, cutting through the ambiguity.
‘What I do doesn’t matter. Never has, never will. We’re all just worker droids working fo the man, until the man decides we’ve out worked our usefulness to him and are too decrepit and a liability to continue.
Then our tired, beaten down bodies and minds finally wake up stunned, and we look back in a confused manner at a life wasted.
We ruminate on where the time all went, and the missed opportunities that we never took, and at the slow soul-crushing destruction of everything that made us unique and special’.
I like delivering the above in the style of a 50’s Film noir hard boiled American detective for extra pathos.
Good for getting rid of Nigel of accounts.
Incidentally I can be booked for corporate Motivational speaking btw – get in touch if you require my services.
I’m quiet on this front for some reason.