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.
Haha! Love this!
Can you turn up to my Christmas party on Thursday please?
Certainly can TFS – free booze perchance ?
I can also explain my stance on Christmas and the purchase of Presents as well 😉