Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Mushoku
With bugger all else to do with my time other than sit around dividing my giro by fourteen in my head and playing Joe at Scrabble, I decided to pay a visit to the Education Show at the NEC in Birmingham.
My aims:
1. Find new career and life direction.
2. Mump a few bags of stationery and other freebies.
When I arrived at the NEC, there were all sorts of education types pushing round granny trolleys, having either stocked up on cutting-edge textbooks, CD ROMs and whatever else for their youthful charges at the various exhibiting stands, or (more probably) having mumped more stationery than you can shake a stick at.
Dishearteningly, there was one of those enter-your-details-print-off-a-badge arrangements at the gate. Sod, I thought; I don't think I can handle the stigma of going round with a badge that says I'm unemployed, a word I usually associate with suspected arsonists in the Mainichi:
Let's see what I can come up with.
Name?
Your starter for ten...
Daniel McKeown
Company?
Bugger. Er...
Charming
Occupation?
Series of check boxes. There's one marked Other. Home and dry.
Not quite- a box flashes open.
Please specify
Son of a-- this is a witch hunt.
I type in None of the above. The system gives up on questions and prints me out a badge that reads "Daniel McKeown - Charming." I skulk into the show, horizons and pockets wide open.
My aims:
1. Find new career and life direction.
2. Mump a few bags of stationery and other freebies.
When I arrived at the NEC, there were all sorts of education types pushing round granny trolleys, having either stocked up on cutting-edge textbooks, CD ROMs and whatever else for their youthful charges at the various exhibiting stands, or (more probably) having mumped more stationery than you can shake a stick at.
Dishearteningly, there was one of those enter-your-details-print-off-a-badge arrangements at the gate. Sod, I thought; I don't think I can handle the stigma of going round with a badge that says I'm unemployed, a word I usually associate with suspected arsonists in the Mainichi:
Let's see what I can come up with.
Name?
Your starter for ten...
Daniel McKeown
Company?
Bugger. Er...
Charming
Occupation?
Series of check boxes. There's one marked Other. Home and dry.
Not quite- a box flashes open.
Please specify
Son of a-- this is a witch hunt.
I type in None of the above. The system gives up on questions and prints me out a badge that reads "Daniel McKeown - Charming." I skulk into the show, horizons and pockets wide open.
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