An explanation of The Joy Division Litmus Test
Although it may now be lost in the mysts of thyme, the poll below is still relevant to this blog. In the winter of 2008, Mele and I went to live in Queensland. In order to survive, I bluffed my way into a job at a Coffee Club.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
It was quite a reasonable place to work: the hours were regular, the staff were quite nice, it wasn't particularly taxing on my brain.
There were a few downsides: In the six weeks or so that I worked there, there was about a 90% staff turnover (contributed to by my leaving). This wasn't seen as a result of the low pay, the laughability of staff prices or the practice of not distributing tips to staff, rather it was blamed on the lack of work ethic among Bribie Island's youth.
However, one of the stranger aspects of the cultural isolation that touched our lives during our time "up there" was the fact that nobody at my work had heard of the band Joy Division.
The full explanation is available here.
But please, interact a little further and vote in my ongoing poll. The results are slowly mounting up, proving one thing: people read this blog are more well-informed about Joy Division than anyone who works at the Coffee Club on Bribie Island.
True, very true. Kick arse picture by the way - this is the sort of thing that postsecret.com would love.
ReplyDeleteOh now we're getting very fancy!
ReplyDeleteKath - I like the picture because almost everything in it was bought to make me happy. I'm looking at postsecret now and I call bullshit on about half of the cards there. They're too show-offy and thought to be real secrets. I'm just waiting for the one which says "I made up an unhappy relationship and wrote about it on a postcard just so I could be on this website".
ReplyDeleteAn interesting thing to come from it was seeing these Six Word Memoirs compiled by another blog. I almost feel like they stole my idea ... in the past.
Squib - Oh, just you wait!
Actually I did this one because I was thinking of ideas for this single sentence stuff and of course forgot to stop thinking about them after bedtime and the only things that came to hand for writing down ideas were CD pens and this bottle.
Because my, ah, indispensable moleskin notebook was, ah, full.
I don't agree with that statement at all. There are plenty of other reasons for feeling bad.
ReplyDeleteRiver - Thank you. I agree with you. I think this was supposed to be a reflexive statement about the increasingly insidious nature of advertising and the way we're trained to have emotions about things that result in us purchasing products. Eg: a mother feeling guilty for not disinfecting her benchtops. Every day. What if my children get sick? So she buys disinfectants.
ReplyDeleteDitto gym memberships, sports cars, jewellery, cosmetics, clothes, etc. How necessary are those products? What holes are they trying fill?
Looks like the a bottle bong to me! Weed induced philosophy perhaps?
ReplyDelete(Came over from Kath's and love the concept but I'm not clever enough to post in just one sentence!)