notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Thanks for saving my life; You're fired.

Hot on the heels of "Why Papa google", comes "Thanks for Saving my life; You're Fired", where NFTM acts as a shoulder to cry on for people who achieve something quite good; and in a short space of time are put down somehow. I was thinking about this as I got a phone call from a professor at my university today letting me know I passed my Masters. "Sweet", I thought, great. Maybe I'll have a quiet beer to celebrate. When I got off the phone, I resumed my current job; that of handing out leaflets for a new gym. I stand outside another gym that is closing, trying to keep in view the people leaving the gym so I can give them a leaflet, but out of view of the staff of the gym, who do not like me and my co-leafleteer being there. This sad state of affairs soon disentegrated into meaningless meandering round the streets, before leaving more leaflets on train seats. And such was my life when I find out I had more meaningless letters to add behind my name.
Similarly, in the same Summer i graduated with my BA, and my parents came down to see me get my degree from none other than misguided idealist T Rex creator Richard Attenborough. The sun shone, life was nice. That same summer, I was made redundant from my job. I got a letter stating clearly that my qualifications/skills/performance had been placed on a matrix and as such, the matrix deemed me to be part of the chaff rather than wheat.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not sulking. I find it funny and somewhat reaffirming to have academic credentials undermined, even if their mine. Also, I don't look down on people who hand out leaflets, as I've found out; it's hard, unforgiving, tedious, unrewarding work. Kudos to you. I do find it funny that at the time I found out I had my second degree my sole task was to put leaflets in people's hands, or on their car windows.

Anyone else been rewarded then promptly demoted or had their ego very neatly checked? NFTM feels your pain; or rather, finds it funny and wants to hear about it.

Lap it up, losers.