Because of the recent moral debacle, we are no longer allowed to outsource any jobs or employ the help of part-timers or volunteers (Not that anyone would want to help, honestly). As a result, a few of us were mobilized to conduct street surveys. Ppft!!!
Yesterday's survey experience was demeaning no less, however, I now have deep respect for the teens, timeshare and insurance people who spend weeks conducting street surveys. Whenever approached, I usually put up my hand and tell them I am in a rush or falsify answers. It's karma I tell you. It was a bad day yesterday, given we had the short end of the survey stick due to the subject matter and the organization I represent.
I used to think that I was a rather personable person, WAS being the operative word. Highly sociable during my uni days, always up for parties and meeting new people, heck I even served as a social secretary for a year during my 2nd year at Sydney Uni. I sort of fizzled out when I reached 3rd year, found fantastic friends who were intelligent and grounded, they kept things real for me. I am constantly inawe of PornQueen and Lil'Drummer Girl. They are truly inspirational. Since then, my attention seeking days came to an end. Anyway I digress.
Yesterday, I was privvy to my attention seeking collegue's flirtatious conduct. She approached the cute 30 something male execs, turned on her girlish charm, batted her lashes and spoke to them in her baby tone. Well, her method proved effective as she managed to bag 10 surveys as compared to my 5. I was more interested in the geeky specky guys and women who looked opiniated. I don't know why, but I could not help feeling irritated and disgusted. I think it is the fact that she felt that the only way to get answers was to use sex. We have always been told that women have soft skills and the power of persuasion, is that the reason or is it that men, slaves to their penises, love having their ego stroked so the prospect of having a girl cooing and baby talking them for a couple of minutes makes them feel like a Fabio.
Sigh.
I refuse to do it again today.
Contemplating a half day MC.
Minus 10 good worker points from Jo.
Yesterday's survey experience was demeaning no less, however, I now have deep respect for the teens, timeshare and insurance people who spend weeks conducting street surveys. Whenever approached, I usually put up my hand and tell them I am in a rush or falsify answers. It's karma I tell you. It was a bad day yesterday, given we had the short end of the survey stick due to the subject matter and the organization I represent.
I used to think that I was a rather personable person, WAS being the operative word. Highly sociable during my uni days, always up for parties and meeting new people, heck I even served as a social secretary for a year during my 2nd year at Sydney Uni. I sort of fizzled out when I reached 3rd year, found fantastic friends who were intelligent and grounded, they kept things real for me. I am constantly inawe of PornQueen and Lil'Drummer Girl. They are truly inspirational. Since then, my attention seeking days came to an end. Anyway I digress.
Yesterday, I was privvy to my attention seeking collegue's flirtatious conduct. She approached the cute 30 something male execs, turned on her girlish charm, batted her lashes and spoke to them in her baby tone. Well, her method proved effective as she managed to bag 10 surveys as compared to my 5. I was more interested in the geeky specky guys and women who looked opiniated. I don't know why, but I could not help feeling irritated and disgusted. I think it is the fact that she felt that the only way to get answers was to use sex. We have always been told that women have soft skills and the power of persuasion, is that the reason or is it that men, slaves to their penises, love having their ego stroked so the prospect of having a girl cooing and baby talking them for a couple of minutes makes them feel like a Fabio.
Sigh.
I refuse to do it again today.
Contemplating a half day MC.
Minus 10 good worker points from Jo.