I actually filled it all in (because I like doing questionaires) and it's still sitting on the bed waiting to be thrown out in the next bedroom tidy-up.
The States of Guernsey keep on sending me stuff about my experiences in Education. I sent their first questionaire back filled in because they kept on sending me letters demanding that I do it, as a kind of semi-legal obligation.
The subject of the questionaire was something along the lines of "what are you planning to do with your future?" and involved an extensive section on would I be coming back to the island to work? If not, why not? And how could they tempt me back?
It gave me great pleasure to answer along the lines of "I'd rather die, cold and alone," "The gutter has more appeal than a job on a 6 mile by 12 lump of rock supporting mostly upper class Christian money-lenders" and "you can't. There isn't enough money on this planet."
They still keep on sending me brochures about how fantastic it is to work as a corporate whore. It's not that I have anything against being a corporate whore, but I'd rather do it somewhere that's actually got a community wider than four interbred families.
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Date: 2005-03-16 05:40 am (UTC)I actually filled it all in (because I like doing questionaires) and it's still sitting on the bed waiting to be thrown out in the next bedroom tidy-up.
The States of Guernsey keep on sending me stuff about my experiences in Education. I sent their first questionaire back filled in because they kept on sending me letters demanding that I do it, as a kind of semi-legal obligation.
The subject of the questionaire was something along the lines of "what are you planning to do with your future?" and involved an extensive section on would I be coming back to the island to work? If not, why not? And how could they tempt me back?
It gave me great pleasure to answer along the lines of "I'd rather die, cold and alone," "The gutter has more appeal than a job on a 6 mile by 12 lump of rock supporting mostly upper class Christian money-lenders" and "you can't. There isn't enough money on this planet."
They still keep on sending me brochures about how fantastic it is to work as a corporate whore. It's not that I have anything against being a corporate whore, but I'd rather do it somewhere that's actually got a community wider than four interbred families.
Wow, I'm bitter.