No rest for the witless
For all the plights that befell our economy dearest of late, the ghastly rumours of ceaseless unemployment spells that extend for years on end, and the madening qualification demands presented nonchalantly for the embittered likes of fuckthatjob.com to lament over, I am here to report that it is still possible, apparently, for the weak of mind (and I would venture so far as to say - the spirit as well) to hold down high-paying jobs whilst doing nothing in particular.
It takes, on average, five to ten minutes for the instructor to set an objective before the class of employees-in-training..These people are being paid a pretty penny for sitting around and learning the various aspects of the company's propriety software. After all, they shall be faced with servicing live - quite likely unreasonable and irate - customers in two weeks time. A small minority take about as long in responding with feedback and noteworthy inquiries. This is where the vast majority mires the unfortunate instructor in what could only be described as moronic questions, stalling the whole thing for a good half hour or so. Although I am constantly told that I should relish in the situation, I'm growing rather restless with the thought of these people being of any assistance to anyone. It is within my opinion that people should be rewarded in accordance to their performance and ability. Bearing witness to this madhouse is profoundly unsettling.
That aside, things have been rather cushy of late. Spurred by plans MVR and I have been harbouring for some time - and the elegance of those we've made the acquaintance of in recent weeks, we are establishing a venture in performance and music. I'm not sure of which there is more therein, but both should be in amount sufficient to provide entertainment for all - especially us.
And so, MVR is out, looking for an accordion to suit her needs. She has eyed a few fine examples of toy pianos for me to acquire and a theremin is also on the list of necessities. I think russian constructivism is partly to blame for this whole vision of things, and I've been listening to a lot of Prokofiev, namely 'love to three oranges', various out-takes from his 'romeo & juliette' and later works commissioned by the soviet state. A lot of them featured industrial machinery as part of the orchestra, leaden with typewriter chimes and pneumatic piston percussion. There is also Max Raabe's Palast Orchestra & Ruth Etting, the sounds of the sideshow and the carnival barkers.
Everything is coming together again as it should.
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PS: I'm not one to make 'new shoes' entires. In fact, I don't really show off pieces of personal wardrobe all that much in this journal. However, the nature of these warrants their shameless, blatant display.
So, yes.. new (quite old and in need of further restoration) shoes..:
From what I have been told, these were once part of a vaudeville performer's stage costume.. they date from the early 1920s.
It takes, on average, five to ten minutes for the instructor to set an objective before the class of employees-in-training..These people are being paid a pretty penny for sitting around and learning the various aspects of the company's propriety software. After all, they shall be faced with servicing live - quite likely unreasonable and irate - customers in two weeks time. A small minority take about as long in responding with feedback and noteworthy inquiries. This is where the vast majority mires the unfortunate instructor in what could only be described as moronic questions, stalling the whole thing for a good half hour or so. Although I am constantly told that I should relish in the situation, I'm growing rather restless with the thought of these people being of any assistance to anyone. It is within my opinion that people should be rewarded in accordance to their performance and ability. Bearing witness to this madhouse is profoundly unsettling.
That aside, things have been rather cushy of late. Spurred by plans MVR and I have been harbouring for some time - and the elegance of those we've made the acquaintance of in recent weeks, we are establishing a venture in performance and music. I'm not sure of which there is more therein, but both should be in amount sufficient to provide entertainment for all - especially us.
And so, MVR is out, looking for an accordion to suit her needs. She has eyed a few fine examples of toy pianos for me to acquire and a theremin is also on the list of necessities. I think russian constructivism is partly to blame for this whole vision of things, and I've been listening to a lot of Prokofiev, namely 'love to three oranges', various out-takes from his 'romeo & juliette' and later works commissioned by the soviet state. A lot of them featured industrial machinery as part of the orchestra, leaden with typewriter chimes and pneumatic piston percussion. There is also Max Raabe's Palast Orchestra & Ruth Etting, the sounds of the sideshow and the carnival barkers.
Everything is coming together again as it should.
---
PS: I'm not one to make 'new shoes' entires. In fact, I don't really show off pieces of personal wardrobe all that much in this journal. However, the nature of these warrants their shameless, blatant display.
So, yes.. new (quite old and in need of further restoration) shoes..:
From what I have been told, these were once part of a vaudeville performer's stage costume.. they date from the early 1920s.