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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.
I dare you to say that OUT LOUD to him tomorrow!
ReplyDeleteKath - Nothing speaks louder than quickly stepping forward and stopping right in the lift door, preventing all exit and egress, while holding a baby and a shopping bag and then just standing there, eyes forward, waiting for the inevitable polite backwards step. "Oh ... sorry ... didn't know that two particles couldn't occupy the same space ... didn't think about it really ..."
ReplyDeleteDad used to shout at the (male) Indian students at his work who would barge through doors and into lifts before any ladies present. THAT used to brighten things up ...
I hate being stuck at the back of a full lift and wanting to get out but no-one in front is moving....
ReplyDeleteShy me had to learn to speak up; "'scuse me, getting out here, could you step aside please?" It was easier with a pram, I just nudged forward until I scraped a few legs then people stepped aside quickly enough.
River - That probably puts you in direct contention with another kind of lift-goer: the separation anxiety sufferer. These are the ones who, even though they're right at the front of a crowded lift, can't bring themselves just to step outside it when everyone else wants to exit just in case the doors slam shut and leave them on the wrong floor!
ReplyDeleteI once did that on a bus, got out to let others off, then jumped back on. Boy did I get some strange looks.
ReplyDeleteI know! You'd think you were levitating instead of just moving around.
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