Crappy Prizes
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
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Hard-won crapness
As a pimply teenager, I attended a fine arts highschool, and studied, among other things, the flute. I worked long hours and practiced my little adolescent fingers off in band and orchestra, and earned top grades in my final year at highschool.
Graduation comes around, and up saunters La Moderatrice to accept her "Best Music Student of the Year" award. A handshake and a snapshot later, I am holding a mysterious envelope in my hands. Ripping it open, I find...
A hand-written IOU from the director of the music programme of the school. Not even so much as a card.
Do you have to ask if that IOU was ever filled?
Nope.
I worked with that man for 15 more years, and I never saw jack-all.
Bitter? Yup. Ohhhhhh yeah.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 21:33, Reply)
As a pimply teenager, I attended a fine arts highschool, and studied, among other things, the flute. I worked long hours and practiced my little adolescent fingers off in band and orchestra, and earned top grades in my final year at highschool.
Graduation comes around, and up saunters La Moderatrice to accept her "Best Music Student of the Year" award. A handshake and a snapshot later, I am holding a mysterious envelope in my hands. Ripping it open, I find...
A hand-written IOU from the director of the music programme of the school. Not even so much as a card.
Do you have to ask if that IOU was ever filled?
Nope.
I worked with that man for 15 more years, and I never saw jack-all.
Bitter? Yup. Ohhhhhh yeah.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 21:33, Reply)
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