Or what about the celebrity interviews on guest shows hosted by.... celebrities? Celebrities talking to celebrities, Celebrity2, One can achieve the same volume of information watching Apes smelling each others feces at the zoo, next we'll have celebrity gardeners with their own chat shows.....
If only the job interview is just as simple in comparison;
"So how did you get the record deal/role/on the team?",
"Dunno realay, mi dad suppose/dey found mi hot/all I wanned to do was kik a ball"
Instead we are subjected to questions that 'defy us as a strong candidate' or 'an incident where you've dealt with and managed a high pressure task'. Even worse, the initial question, the one that will decide the employer wether they like you or if there's still a warm panini still sitting in the company cafe? 'So tell me about yourself' What the fuck do you want to hear! you've seen my CV and cover letter! or have you not even bothered to read it you lazy fuck, just because it's sitting on your lap, don't pretend you've read it you tit!
I almost feel that the interviewer needs to be interviewed in interviewing, or in retrospect to their position in the company in which no doubt is very comfy since they started at sixteen in 1967 with their 2 O-Levels.
One can not generally feel entirely composed within the situation however prepared. The generic question about the role; check, the attire and the dumb-down socks; check, the faux-posh voice; check, the occasional subtle flirty smile; check, the fact that your interview is conducted by some bimbo younger than one's self and you're asking about salary that no doubt will be grossly inferior to the role, did not check! but life is cruel.
Life is a cruel and bitter place for the intellect who dons knowledge, wisdom and barrels-full of fruitful inspiration. We are the people that want to live life and live it creatively; learning a Language and then travelling there; learning a guitar then producing your first song; picking up a pencil and displaying your sketch at the local town hall. Shame none of this is creditable when all the job centre can find you is admin assistant in a local solicitors.
That's why I'm remaining a bitter, unhappy, depressed individual amongst the other 2.7 million unemployed, is because society doesn't grant us, nor wants to know about the beautiful things in life. The government merely wants you to earn a so-so amount of wonga in a job that's vacuous of any creativeness and pride - especially when so many have debts equal to uneducated friends' mortgages from earning a degree - just so the broadsheets can print 'PM pleased with fall of unemployment.'
We must change the world, lets start with free hugs every Tuesday.
If only the job interview is just as simple in comparison;
"So how did you get the record deal/role/on the team?",
"Dunno realay, mi dad suppose/dey found mi hot/all I wanned to do was kik a ball"
Instead we are subjected to questions that 'defy us as a strong candidate' or 'an incident where you've dealt with and managed a high pressure task'. Even worse, the initial question, the one that will decide the employer wether they like you or if there's still a warm panini still sitting in the company cafe? 'So tell me about yourself' What the fuck do you want to hear! you've seen my CV and cover letter! or have you not even bothered to read it you lazy fuck, just because it's sitting on your lap, don't pretend you've read it you tit!
I almost feel that the interviewer needs to be interviewed in interviewing, or in retrospect to their position in the company in which no doubt is very comfy since they started at sixteen in 1967 with their 2 O-Levels.
One can not generally feel entirely composed within the situation however prepared. The generic question about the role; check, the attire and the dumb-down socks; check, the faux-posh voice; check, the occasional subtle flirty smile; check, the fact that your interview is conducted by some bimbo younger than one's self and you're asking about salary that no doubt will be grossly inferior to the role, did not check! but life is cruel.
Life is a cruel and bitter place for the intellect who dons knowledge, wisdom and barrels-full of fruitful inspiration. We are the people that want to live life and live it creatively; learning a Language and then travelling there; learning a guitar then producing your first song; picking up a pencil and displaying your sketch at the local town hall. Shame none of this is creditable when all the job centre can find you is admin assistant in a local solicitors.
That's why I'm remaining a bitter, unhappy, depressed individual amongst the other 2.7 million unemployed, is because society doesn't grant us, nor wants to know about the beautiful things in life. The government merely wants you to earn a so-so amount of wonga in a job that's vacuous of any creativeness and pride - especially when so many have debts equal to uneducated friends' mortgages from earning a degree - just so the broadsheets can print 'PM pleased with fall of unemployment.'
We must change the world, lets start with free hugs every Tuesday.
