On friday, I spent the afternoon in a room full of sweaty and smelly(mostly me) people. I sat and watched numerous "acheivers" get up... then get down.. while I pretended to care by clapping (encouragement award- wtf?)

Presentation day - "The pinacle of recognition for the acheivers within the school community"

Yeah right.

Wednesday day or whatever... Paul did that free lunch thing, but im afraid he's wrong. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Harold gave that evil evil look, which resulted in him killing(?) Paul 2 days later. Paul was out a couple hundred bucks, but thats nothing compared to what the residents have to put up with a few weeks later - "I gave you lunch. Now your my slave". But.. hes dead(?), so I guess maybe that wont be happening. Maybe thats why Harold killed him.

Anyway - back to my point. Presentation day was like Neighbours. It involved pointless charades, people giving dirty, evil looks, and wating to kill other people. Evil people, and people getting tricked by evil forces, thinking that its a happy day (paul tricking ramsay street, and sefton tricking the students into the idea that anyone gives a crap who tops what).

The only thing missing was the hotness and the stickyness and the fallingalseepness. - but that could probably be compiled from other episodes.

Well, contrary to Paul.. Theres no such thing as a free lunch. Everyone has to pay. Ramsay Street paid by smiling in front of Paul, and I paid on friday in the form of sitting in mid 30 degree weather sweating like an alpaca in hawaii. I also paid by pretending to care when no one obviously does. And if anyone dare tell me that awards actually do count for something, because employers will think it looks good, well do you think that making hundreds of people clap at you for 5 seconds after a year of work they've never see is going to count towards anything to your employer?

I don't think so. If im ever an employer, and sum punk walks into me, and hands in this resume with like.. hundreds of awards from useless institutions like (UNSW, HSBC, UTS etc..) that make up bullcrap awards so that nerds don't cry alone at night - then im just going to clap, pretend to care and punch him in the face - just like i always do every year. (besides the punching in the face part, cause they're too far away.)