So much for Telstra telling Brian they would increase our download allowance for this month, our internet connection is still running like a dog and I am pretty frustrated. At least I only have to wait until 22 January for it to roll over again, however in the meantime one must learn patience.
That is the end of week one back at work, and what a week it has been. I have one corporation in particular that is really pushing my buttons, and I have been working my butt off to clean up the mess I inherited from a previous strata management firm since we took them over in November. It is really tempting to tell them to go take a hike, but why should another strata manager reap the benefits of my hard work, I am going to slog this one out if it kills me.
You know what I think, I think I would make a really good judge, whether it be a talent quest, beauty pageant, film festival or a cooking show I don’t care, I know what I like. I am truly sick of the judges on some of these shows, jumping around the stage, clutching at their chests, fanning their over-excited bodies, wiping away a crocodile tear, they are so fake and some of them I think are out of touch.
Don’t get me wrong I am under no illusion that I could not possibly judge on artistic merit, the correct dance step or extension of the arm, but I do know what I find entertaining, I know what I like. Wouldn’t it be refreshing to have an average Joe on a judging panel, it would mix things up and make it interesting. No more divas, no more tantrums, just an honest opinion untainted by reputation, just telling it like I see it.
That brings me to the TV Week Logie awards coming up in just a couple of months. I remember the days when you could vote for any actor or any television show you wanted, but now someone else makes those decisions for you, who is that decides who we can and cannot vote for, somebody with little or no idea that’s who.
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