Gah snargle yowlp*

I just got a phone message from a big important client about an urgent job-related meeting for Thursday. FROM WEDNESDAY.  It is Sunday. Please excuse the gratuitous caps but I find they ease my crankiness. I don't know what possessed my phone to keep hold of this message and only deliver it to me at 6:25pm some four days later, but there you go.

Normally I would use this an excuse to begin some excessive moaning of the 'why me' variety, but I watched Kenny last night and frankly if ever there was a movie to metaphorically kick you up the arse and convince you that hey, your life is pretty good and really you need to stop whinging, it is this film.** It is also funny and sweet and somehow they modeled Kenny's dad on my grandfather.

 

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*Strangled sounds I made when I got the message.

**I was very skeptical about Kenny because I seem to recall the film became a bit of a conservative weapon of choice a little while ago in the war between the elites, aka, you and me and everyone else who votes for Labour, and the good honest hardworking people on the right like Christopher Pearson and Andrew Bolt and John Laws. I can't find the essay I recall, or who it was by, but basically it accused us elites of hating people like Kenny and finding the film an embarrassment.

I am not sure how this could be so, because the film's message is that the people who do the 'menial' jobs in our society are actually human beings too, and if it weren't for them we'd be swimming in our own shit. So we need to treat them as such, and not pretend they don't exist, and in fact we should be actively grateful for their existence. I am not sure how the Right thinks this maps out with Howard's nasty IR reform agenda or the slashing of public services, which seems to me to actively hurt people who aren't on the top of the income and social pile; or how the Leftist agenda of free health care and education for all really equates to 'hatred' of people who don't drove BWMs.

But anyway, as I watched Kenny I was reminded of the toilet-cleaning I've done, and how I vastly preferred cleaning the loo to dealing with customers. Cleaning the toilet was a quiet, simple job and once it was done it was done, and you had the satisfaction of looking into the gleaming white bowl and knowing that you'd achieved something. Customers, on the other hand, are different. And frankly, the less said about my customer service skills the better. Suffice to say, hell really is other people.

Comments

[Mindy]

Agree on the dealing with people thing. Have you spoken to the big important client yet? Hope it all goes well.

[Kate]

Yes Mindy, thanks, I have, it's all good.

[Ariel]

Yes, in my experience, toilets are far less likely to be rude and condescending than customers. (Especially at this time of year)Glad your moment has passed ...

[ampersand duck]

I heard an interview with the makers of Kenny (who, as you no doubt know, are all related) and snorted with laughter when they said that the whole film concept was just an elaborate plot to get their dad's arse naked on the big screen.