![]() This was at one of the top universities in the world, incidentally.įollowing that, I tried finding a reference, but my colleagues pointed me at undergraduate courses for mathematicians and scientists. I diverted and taught them the basic rules, but it went so far over their heads that nothing went in. ![]() Half of them had never enountered matrices, and half of the rest didn't even know the basics like multiplication doesn't always commute. I was once inflicted with teaching (practical) linear algebra using Matlab - yes, I taught the relevant mathematics of matrices in that, but didn't assume they knew it in advance and didn't require any knowledge beyond really basic matrix operations over the reals. And out came the escape room blueprints and the power tools. Then, after one corporate-standard smile too many, the Joker cracked. ![]() The Joker made it work for nearly three months. Highly motivated, the Joker aced the application process: after all, they wanted 'Creatives', not 'staff'. Nor could the Joker get a job as a commercial artist-word got around fast after Grant Morrison took out a restraining order, and the Alan Moore electric chair diorama didn't make them any friends either.Īfter being forced onto Universal Credit, the RED advert was their last chance hotel, so to speak. Nobody wanted the Joker's elaborate blueprints for escape rooms with guillotine blades embedded in the sash windows and electrified bedknobs. The course they signed up for was designed to churn out cheap animators for the games industry, copywriters for hotel chain job adverts, commercial artists to illustrate cup-a-soup packets. It's not their fault that, aged 18, they didn't understand the script they'd been handed. Eventually the Joker dropped out of school with a mountain of student debt and no job-entitlement sheepskin. The Joker simply couldn't wrap their head around the compulsory Business Studies side of the degree they'd gotten into-compulsory because the admissions committee at Glasgow School of Art was repelled by their resume, so they ended up at the former Poly on a Commercial Art and Business Studies course. Grew up in a depressed town in northern England (quite possibly Scarfolk), but scrimped, saved, and eventually went to university to study art: success, yes? But no. He, she, they, or xe really wanted to be an artist. My version of the Joker could be male, could be female, but is definitely millennial. I've always visualized Gotham as like Glasgow, only with skyscrapers and American cops and a little less rain and darkness. Transplant the hotel from Glasgow to Gotham City: it's not a great frame-shift. In other words, as pretentious, upbeat, and wanky as their copywriter's prose.Īnyway: This is the Joker's origin story. The RED chain are low-budget art themed hotels they feel like the inside of a bored advertising executive's head after one Diet Coke too many, all cold angles and zebra-striped decor, cunningly contrived to flatter the guest's sense of their own unique cookie-cutter originality. The ad paints a slightly misleading picture of the place. What can I say? It's in the center of Glasgow, really convenient for Queen Street railway station, and a handy crash-space after an evening at a gig or a pub or literary event. I'm mortified to admit that I've stayed in that hotel a couple of times. ![]() Starting with: this job advert is my Joker's origin story in a nutshell. anything giving us insight into why you're ready to welcome the world to the RED side.Ĭome join us and Make Every Moment Matter and make RED the place to be in (City).Īfter I got over the fit of existential despair induced by this brilliant piece of ironic dystopian micro-fiction, a series of thoughts occurred to me. Use your phone and send us a video clip/a selfie/photos/an Instagram link. Always laughing with guests, playing the odd game and even a little bit of mischief now and again, but that's generally OK, at RED we demand it.Īre you READY? So, tell us. Throughout the hotel you make it clean, cook on the stoves, serve the coffees, shake the cocktails, book tours, make reservations and check guests. The phone rings reservation, you've got it and now you are flipping an omelette, catch it! This place is alive and you love it. Present in the soul of house, in the action, happy moving from the RED Sky Bar alive with music, to the events area and a book reading, over to the lobby where a group are looking for a restaurant recommendation. We don't have 'staff' we have 'Creatives'. WE CONNECT WITH THAT AGELESS MILLENNIAL MINDSET AND BELIEVE THAT HOTELS CAN ENHANCE THEIR WORLD VIA ART, MUSIC, FASHION AND A DISTINCTIVE CONNECTION The tweet consisted of screencaps, so here's the text from the ad: However, this morning I saw another tweet that went viral a day or two ago, commenting on a job advert for hotel staff. ![]()
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