The Riot DiariesFeb 27th Flossy’s yoga class has grown. I wandered into the lounge
to find all 4 cats in various yogic poses. Everybody seemed to
be taking it extremely seriously except for Zeuss who was rolling
about pretending to be a dying hippopotamus.
Feb 28th I’ve written my 5 minute presentation. Much to my Mother’s relief, I’ve managed to keep humour
to an absolute minimum. I was going to put some Maori words in to show my ‘commitment
to Tangatawhenua’, but somehow ‘Puku’ (Tummy)
and ‘Kai’ (Food) (about the only Maori words I know
how to spell) didn’t seem to represent what I needed to say,
besides, I figured, if I was going to ‘demonstrate my commitment
to Maori health’, I’d also need to show the same courtesy
to Chinese, Japanese, Samoan, Dutch, French and German health.
By the time added a few buzz words from each of these languages,
my 5 minute presentation would turn into a 50 minute soliloquy
and I would have to tap dance on a table in a tutu to hold the
panel’s attention. So now, my serious attitude and I are off to be interviewed… To be continued…(no, seriously I mean it….)
Feb 29th
My serious attitude and I arrived at the interview without a minute
to spare. I met up with a self described ‘Corporate Bullshit Interpreter’ (she may not have actually used those exact words) and I was glad to have her at my side during the interview process. It was a TELECONFERENCE interview, which meant I was being interviewed
by two people on T.V. I delivered my 5 minute presentation but much to my disappointment only got about half way through before being interrupted; it seems my interpretation of ‘How I Would Promote a Health Website’, got a little jumbled in translation. I felt a little cheated because I hadn’t even got to the bit where I suggested (thanks to my friend Roz) they implement (and yes I actually got to use that word) a game called ‘Send Your Friend a Disease’.
March 1st
March 2nd I got the dictionary out to research my career options if I don’t
get THE JOB. 1. Astronaut (My fear of flying might get in the way of this one) 2. Astrophysicist (This sounds really good – as long as you don’t have a lisp) 3. Amphibian (might have to learn to swim) 4. Battery Hen (Sitting around all day eating and laying eggs – can’t be too difficult) 5. Bacterium (Requires very little brain – my single cell should cope very well) 6. Blancmange (I’ve always wanted to be one of these) And I’ve only got as far as B!
March 3rd The weather has been foul so I’ve taken the opportunity to perfect the art of being serious and I have to say I’m doing swimmingly well. In fact, I’m thinking about applying for a job as a High Court Judge. Imagine the hardened criminal’s surprise when I sentence him to death while wearing a propeller hat.
March 4th Brent had a management meeting with the cats. “Right”, he said, “I want to see more production out
of some of you, especially you, Sticky”. “Zeuss, overall this year, your efforts have been concentrated mainly in the region of crime solving but apart from puling in a few hairy looking suspects, I’ve yet to see a result – care to explain this?” Zeuss looked at him imperiously, “I solve crimes before they’ve even happened”, he said, “It’s about taking a pro-active stance and harnessing impactful action points”. It was Brent’s turn to look blank; Zeuss’s mastery of Corporate Bullshit is an impressive achievement in itself. “Grommart”, continued Brent, “what can I say?” “Right,” said Brent, “well, lastly we come to you Possovitz; and I have to say your results are outstanding. “WHAT?” Zeuss and I yelled simultaneously. “That cat hasn’t generated a single report, sent a fax, or even made one phone call in her entire time as my P.A.” Flossom puffed up her fur, which has grown considerably since her haircut, threw a chilling glare in my general direction and then turned to Brent lovingly. She then threw her paws around his neck and pressed her nose into his cheek. “All she does is schmooze you”, I said. “Precisely”, said Brent.
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