Dear Die-ary...

Quick note first, yesterday I finished the new Teacher's Pet Hate. Hurrah.

Now, about the business thing. Today we had a kind of... business... thing. I don't know how to describe it. They said it was a conference, though it wasn't. We were told to dress in formal clothing, and so I slapped on the usual, but changed the JackHammer Rampage t-shirt into a plain white shirt, and shoes instead of trainers. When I arrived I found there was no point in changing what I usually wear, as I saw 'revealing' tops on some plastics. If that was formal, I hate to think what informal is. We were grouped off with some employees of various companies to run our own ideas of things. I will now describe.

First off, we were told to make a large poster on what we thought Industry was. Most groups got on and did it, but unfortunately OUR group leader wanted to know us all first. Everyone was saying their favorite kind of music, and sh1t. I said, "I am me. And that's that." She (the leader) looked rather shocked, and asked me more questions, like my favorite lesson, but I left the answers intentionally vague. I don't think that was a very good start. After we learnt each other's favorite color for lipstick, our time had run out for making our poster. So it was rushed, thanks to her. I later saw other groups' posters, and they were full of magazine cuttings (that was what the poster was meant to be made up of) while ours was a sad looking piece of orange card with a couple of women on it. Well done us.

Next was to design an idea of a new product/service. I was thinking of a robot (I always do in these circumstances) but the GIRLS wanted to go with an idea already made before. That was, a pad or something to put in your high heels to stop your feet from hurting. I almost threw up on the idea. I made loud choking sounds to get my comment across, but it was ignored, and so 'Flip-Flips' it was. And I actually was allowed to take part in this for a change! ...I drew the shoe-shape. Yes. But anyway, the GIRLS were mucking about for the presentation, saying lamely (intentionally?): "Ow. My feet really hurt. What can I do now?" "Try... Flip-flips!" "Wow, my feet are nice and cosy." (Yes, they used the word 'cosy'.) I almost instantly knew we were not to win. And we didn't. If only we went with the idea of a robot.............

Lastly, we were to make note-pads. I don't actually know the point of this excercise. We were to make as many note-pads as we could in a set amount of time (20 minutes) and according to the equipment we used our profit was deducted. Then we were to 'sell' them to other groups (why would they want to help other groups win?). We did not have enough paper. And I stood around doing nothing for most of those 20 minutes, for I was on scissor-duty. And they were pretty crap. I didn't see the point in the excercise. I really didn't. In the end, we made a profit LOSS of 500%. Go us.

I'm glad the pointless day is over, and I could go back to Zim :)