Spoiler alert: the ship (and my job) sinks
Monday was a boring day. And what do I do on boring days? Why pay $13 to watch a movie I’ve already seen of course! Duh, silly. Yep, after
much whining about my friends dragging me to see Titanic, I have to say I may have, uh, errmm
enjoyed it… Egg on my face.
But here is an important life lesson that I wish I had taken
from Titanic back in 4th grade when I had originally seen it. Though
my 4th grade expectations for life didn’t include me getting some
sort of low paying corporate bitch position that I would ultimately get laid
off from… So here we go.
The boat takes off, yayyyyy!
Woooo I'm the queen of the office!!! |
The engineer of the ship declares that his 46,000 ton ship
made of iron couldn’t possibly be sunk. The chairman of White Star Lines insists
that they go faster even after he’s told they shouldn’t. The captain is told
there will probably be icebergs everywhere, but decides he needs his beauty
rest.
The ship could SINK?? Why that's... |
Yada, yada, failed suicide attempt, yada, yada, sex in antique car (this part only pertains to the movie, not my job), yada yada ship hits iceberg –shock – and starts sinking. Now let’s look at the two types of people on this ridiculous nonunsinkable ship.
We have project manag- I mean snooty rich people running the
show, who wear uncomfortable outfits and use too many forks at dinner.
Do you take your fish eggs with sour cream or toasted bread? |
And we have the people who actually work, show up to
meetings on time, and write 3 different kinds of repor – I mean everyone else
gets to hang out with the rats and shovel coal all day.
Just another day livin' the dream... |
So when the ship goes down who gets to fill those life
rafts? Not the coal shoveling, report writing, meeting attending steerage
occupants. Nope, it the geniuses in charge who take 2 hour lunch breaks and
think supplying 20 lifeboats instead of 32 is OK because deck might look
cluttered.
So yeah, I got laid off... Sour grapes, can you tell?
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