Re: What has made/ruined your day
Posted: November 20, 2020, 3:21 pm
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Haha. My wife can't distinguish between when it's begun and when it's finished, so you're one up on me.Captain Punish wrote:She doesn't need to speak. The look of relief that it's over says it all.gergreg wrote:I bet his wife says something similar.greeneyed wrote:Lucy didn’t last long. As usual.
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I took a bus today, but was not motivated to review the experience.T_R wrote:For your interest, I’ve decided to review my bus trip today.
Travelling in Japan, one of course expects to encounter a strictly traditionalist public transportation construct. But this was not to be, or at least it was not to be presented as such. Kobe Mass Transit indulges in an ironic play upon the concept of transport as performance art, sacrificing form for a brutalist post modern display of, dare I suggest, ruthless efficiency. Thus, there were no cheery conductors , no garbled cockney cries nor discarded ticket stubs to lend a historical authenticity to the journey. Indeed, there was little hustle and virtually no bustle.
The ‘bus stop’ construct was efficient (‘Damned!’, I hear you cry, ‘With the faintest of praises’). I will not be claimed a picayune, I am sure, to say that I found the experience lacking a certain style. The bus ran to schedule. It was clean. The driver greeted with a cheery “Konnichiwa”. This note of unreality lent itself to distraction. Is it possible to allow oneself for immersion in an experience where the form has sacrificed so much to the function?
The ride had a certain intentional boredom to it, a Warholesque fatigue that did nothing initially but highlight the pleasures of the journey. This was in stark contrast to the almost hyperbolic view from the windows. Was this truly a Japanese streetscape, or merely a pandering to my perceptions of such? Whatever the case, the chaos of the outside world sat uncomfortably with the minimalism within, and the fatigue segued into boredom and thus became longing. Was this a comment on aging, indeed of life itself? Was the stage being crassly set for an all too obvious final ‘birthing’? Perhaps I credit Kobe Mass Transit with too much, but the metaphor was stark. Was it overplayed?
Eventually, the arrival was short, too choreographed, even too lacking in trauma in its movements to suggest the obvious birth metaphor. But there was a latent humanism in the shuffle to the door. ‘Nay’ it cried ‘tarry not! Move! Push!’, but it left so little time, so little emotional space to reflect upon the grotesque environmental sculpture to which we were disgorged (even birthed?), that one was left unfulfilled, left holding out for more.
The answer (so blatant in its presentation, was this a Thibaultian deliberate insult, a passing moment of ugly rhetoric to leave one demanding more?) was simple. Ride again. Return to whence you came.
And thus I did, transported physically yet left emotionally unmoved. Did I ask too much?
Bus wanker.T_R wrote:I took a bus today, but was not motivated to review the experience.T_R wrote:For your interest, I’ve decided to review my bus trip today.
Travelling in Japan, one of course expects to encounter a strictly traditionalist public transportation construct. But this was not to be, or at least it was not to be presented as such. Kobe Mass Transit indulges in an ironic play upon the concept of transport as performance art, sacrificing form for a brutalist post modern display of, dare I suggest, ruthless efficiency. Thus, there were no cheery conductors , no garbled cockney cries nor discarded ticket stubs to lend a historical authenticity to the journey. Indeed, there was little hustle and virtually no bustle.
The ‘bus stop’ construct was efficient (‘Damned!’, I hear you cry, ‘With the faintest of praises’). I will not be claimed a picayune, I am sure, to say that I found the experience lacking a certain style. The bus ran to schedule. It was clean. The driver greeted with a cheery “Konnichiwa”. This note of unreality lent itself to distraction. Is it possible to allow oneself for immersion in an experience where the form has sacrificed so much to the function?
The ride had a certain intentional boredom to it, a Warholesque fatigue that did nothing initially but highlight the pleasures of the journey. This was in stark contrast to the almost hyperbolic view from the windows. Was this truly a Japanese streetscape, or merely a pandering to my perceptions of such? Whatever the case, the chaos of the outside world sat uncomfortably with the minimalism within, and the fatigue segued into boredom and thus became longing. Was this a comment on aging, indeed of life itself? Was the stage being crassly set for an all too obvious final ‘birthing’? Perhaps I credit Kobe Mass Transit with too much, but the metaphor was stark. Was it overplayed?
Eventually, the arrival was short, too choreographed, even too lacking in trauma in its movements to suggest the obvious birth metaphor. But there was a latent humanism in the shuffle to the door. ‘Nay’ it cried ‘tarry not! Move! Push!’, but it left so little time, so little emotional space to reflect upon the grotesque environmental sculpture to which we were disgorged (even birthed?), that one was left unfulfilled, left holding out for more.
The answer (so blatant in its presentation, was this a Thibaultian deliberate insult, a passing moment of ugly rhetoric to leave one demanding more?) was simple. Ride again. Return to whence you came.
And thus I did, transported physically yet left emotionally unmoved. Did I ask too much?
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Spot on. I went hiking in Japan and had to carry a bell to warn the bears I was coming. I nearly stepped on a snack two days ago while running in the bush, but I always carry a snake bandage and if bitten will almost certainly survive. And snakes are only around for half the year.Sterlk wrote:Reading an article about what foreigners think of Australia, the section on wildlife is a predictable laugh.
Foreigners like to comment on how deadly our wildlife is, but frankly I'd generally take ours over theirs. As deadly as ours can be, respect the animal and it should leave you alone - we don't have any large land-based predators. If you go wandering off the beaten path in North America there's a bunch of stuff in the woods that'll happily kill and eat you.
Well done mate!zim wrote:This is a made my day. I really haven't told any friends about this... covid so I feel a bit **** sharing good job news with some folks, but after reading some of 1992's posts I've realised that none of us on here can be sure we are folks and by extension human so it feels like an ok spot to share.
6 months ago the company I work for was acquired. Since then I've gone from "oh **** I'm going to be jobless", to yesterday where I've officially passed through 2 promotions and a 60% pay increase. I'm **** my pants at the implied increase in responsibility, and it's been pretty... I don't know... crazy I guess is the right word, to go from a company of 15 that I've been working at for 16 years to another at 900+ employees that competes in their user space with Microsoft. There's A LOT of imposter syndrome going on.
I've been working my **** off for well over a decade. I've worked public holidays, I've worked 22 hour shifts, I've worked while on holiday in other locations. I've had breakdowns. Ya boy just got PAID.
After all that self flagellation, the best thing thing to come out of it is all the peeps that came across from the owner to the 1 finance employee to the 2 support staff have all received raises and teams to look after. Or in some cases just straight up raises. I've known most of these guys for 10 or so years so it's beyond great to see them all doing well.
That's a great resource thanks mate.Fuifui Bradbrad wrote: ↑January 22, 2022, 11:17 am I’m the same Zim. I’ve been making a proper effort over the last 18 months to get on top of it, or really not let work affect me like it does.
Found the quote, I wasn’t too far off. Adam Grant and Mark Manson are my go-to’s on Insta and LinkedIn for work reassurances. Recommend following them.
Thanks! That's fantastic mate.
I'd check out the stuff Fui posted. Some good stuff in there. Congratulations on being hunted mate. That would be a huge ego boost. You must be on cloud 9! Good luck on Monday.
That's incredible mate. What a rollercoaster!Coastalraider wrote: ↑January 23, 2022, 6:22 am Well done Zim, great work and something I can relate to.
I went from essentially jobkeeper for 18 months and having to work 2nd and 3rd jobs, to being chased by my dream company and offered a job. But not the ‘same’ job as I had, but a director role. I also suffer from imposter syndrome quite badly.., it was a rough few months but after a while I have come to a point wheee I am much better able to accept I am where I am for a reason. Decision makers identified me as being suited to this role, and they knew the role better than I did, so why should I doubt them?
But strangely, I think keeping a bit of doubt/imposter syndrome around is handy.. I feel like it keeps me striving. I’ve found during my life when I am comfortable in a role
I become complacent, when I am uncomfortable I am striving to prove a point. I know which one helps me grow.
I find that hard to believe.dubby wrote:Real estate agent.
A real estate agent is ruining my week.
BJ wrote:I find that hard to believe.dubby wrote:Real estate agent.
A real estate agent is ruining my week.
I put Real Estate Agents up with Used Car Salesmen, Politicians and Isis Terrorists as some of the nicest people on this planet and most unlikely to ruin your week.
Apologies to Isis members for lumping you in with Politicians.