Monday, 16 December 2024

Strictly Con Dancing

I said something at work today that may well land me in trouble. Some of the office staff were discussing the dance show results from the weekend - because that's all 98% of the British population does at this time of year. EVERY year, by the way, because nothing original ever surfaces and we just keep churning the same old shit out for decades on end and convince people it's worth watching (but that's another point entirely).
I just got fed up with hearing the endless discussion about the emotions of it all, and I finally snapped and said, "Let me guess - someone lost a relative this year and their dying wish was for their 'celebrity' nephew to win some pointless competition. You know who else lost someone this year? MILLIONS of people. But they don't get paid a hundred grand to talk about it on television and manipulate people's emotions into spending their money voting on an outcome that will do fuck all except make some rich people even richer." I may also have said something along the lines of: "Oh, the blind guy made the final? Wow. What a surprise. I bet even he could see that coming a mile off."
So, yeah. Despite having done all the diversity and inclusion training you could imagine, and despite knowing how careful we need to be when talking casually in the workplace, and despite knowing how hard we are supposed to come down on people who make comments that could be seen as offensive, I managed to say several things that could well see me hounded out of my job by twelfth night.

RC 16-12-24

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