Our company party was this past Saturday. A what-passes-for-fancy dinner at a "family oriented, Broadway style" show venue. Our HR director's nephew's band provided the music. But that's OK, because "They've played on Dancing with the Stars!". They promised an "edgy" show for Utah County. "Show tunes. But nothing from Grease." They got through the two big songs from
Wicked
before Hubby and I had to bail because it was so loud we were both getting migraines. Apparently if I'd lasted through an hour of loud, "edgy" show tunes I'd have gotten a $200 gift certificate to someplace.
Not worth Hubby's migraine.
I don't enjoy company functions, but there is no excuse for rudeness, especially towards those whose job includes organizing said functions.
That sounds fun, Aims...if I worked there I would find something...maybe just "FairyTale of New York" or "Blue Christmas" but, you know...
Hey, Aims - solicit from us! Would they even know? And you should totally put Oscar the Grouch's "I Hate Christmas" on there for the rude people.
And you should totally put Oscar the Grouch's "I Hate Christmas" on there for the rude people.
I've also got Dennis Leary's "Merry Fucking Christmas."
So our fight for decent seats on our flight to Israel has shifted up a gear, as they've refused to do better than sitting us in the fifteenth row back, with about twenty further rows to get to the toilet*. It's truly inspiring stuff. We're on the phone to the Equality and Human Rights Commission (official body that gives advice and takes cases re actual or potential discrimination), and yes, the airline is breach of the law. We've already been telling them this, in the six phone calls we've had with them, but they've been telling us there's nothing they can do about it. They might consider changing the seat 24 hrs before. They might not. You can just imagine the problems with that 'solution'.
*Even more amusingly than usual, we not only can't have suitable seats, but we can't even use the nearest and most suitable toilet, because that's for 'priority' passengers who've paid $40 extra to be put on a special 'waiting list'. Oh, also, also, they won't let us talk direct to Israel about this, as they began handling the case from the UK. Un-fucking-believable (yet not particularly unexpected).
Anyway, if they continue to refuse to give us seats I can actually get to, we're a) going to request the aisle wheelchair to get to the toilet every fifteen minutes during the flight, and b) sue the pants off them when we get home.
Aims, sorry to hear about the grinches at your work Christmas 'do'. I always loved those, when I was working in schools. At my favourite job, we used to go to a restaurant twice a year, once at Christmas and once at the beginning of the summer, and get very sloshed on wine and talk about how much we loved each other. But I had a ridiculously positive group of colleagues at that school. Not so much at the other places I taught.
That's utterly crappy, Seska.
Not quite so crappy, but still not of the good, Aims.
I think Daniel might need a little job~ma.
Wow, that reminds me, I got Merry Fucking Christmas as a gift from aurelia and have not played it yet...this is wrong.
Ooh, but to cheer me up, I just heard I got onto the training course I was applying for. By April I will be fully trained as a Disability Equality Trainer. Tell your British friends in organizations where they need training! :D
Congrats, Seska! And now you'll have a fresh case study in Disability Equality Fail to share with your trainees.
