So it was the final part of work’s attempt to convert me into a David Brent today.
And we had the most annoying twat of a lecturer today, who beguiled us into believing that he would have the answer to the whole work/life balance. But he didn’t…
Instead he regailed into a long anecdote about how despite the fact he used to be a weightlifter, he couldn’t lift a particularly old Japanese guy who was into some form of martial art.
And then, HORROR OF HORRORS, he imitated said man using a Japanese accent. In front of me, and about 12 others.
Now, to be fair, imitating a Japanese men is in theory no worse than imitating someone with a Birmingham accent. Except he even used “Ahhh so!” – which just sends me hurtling back into the playground, cringing in the corner. Damn shame.
So when he asked us all to do a physical exercise that involved bending the arm of a colleague, I just recoiled at the idea of having to actually touch another human being I didn’t really know that well in a vaguely silly manner, and left the room. The over-riding odour of BO probably didn’t help.
So the rest of the morning passed with the entire group taking potshots at the guy – who also denied that there was any spirituality to do with karate. At one point, he said “I’ve been doing this for THIRTY years and never have I been asked that question”. Well, he must have been doing presentations to dead people.
The afternoon faired slightly better – the only trouble with going on all these work courses is that I have to come back to tackle the mountain of work. STill, at least I get net access that way.