Winners Weekend the BBC called last weekend, firstly with ‘The Sport’s Personality of the Year’, and immediately followed by ‘The Apprentice Final’.
I’ve come to treat The Apprentice as ‘car crash’ entertainment now, it’s the show that allows me to indulge my inner ‘Grumpy Old Woman’ and shout at the tv until someone leaves in a taxi (and why are they always bundled up in a scarf and coat regardless of season!), so I’m not quite ready to give it up just yet!
Never mind sending these people off to foreign climes with the weirdest shopping list ever, give them real tasks to do.
If it was my boardroom, for starters I’d want the candidates to be placed into ailing businesses to deal with real issues.
Then to really pep things up, instead of being indulged with treats following a mediocre ‘win’, I’d have the candidates living off their task earnings, and I wouldn’t be sticking them in some glamorous townhouse either!
Don’t get me started on the boardroom bit, it’s so disheartening to watch a candidate who has messed up, make it their duty to protect their own failings by blaming everyone else with an increasing level of genuine viciousness. If they succeed, they stay, if they actually do admit to their shortcomings then the firing finger is usually pointed in their direction – it hardly sends out a clear message about owning your own mistakes!
Time to climb down from my soapbox before I digress too far! The real reason for my blog is a short moment contained in the show, the moment when the two final candidates were picking their teams from an array of previously fired contestants.
I was immediately transported back to school PE and sports, a subject that my school report always stated that whilst I tried hard, I was, in reality, completely bl**dy useless at all things sporting.
I could clearly remember standing in line whilst Team Captains made their selection, a process that either confirmed your sporting prowess and popularity or mentally scarred you for life!
Sometimes I got lucky, and a best friend would be doing the choosing, so a guaranteed early selection would see me strutting across the games field like a sassy diva. But if the Captain was less known to me and they wanted to win, then I’d wait for the crushing blow of being selected near to the end, or worse still, last!
There’s a special kind of humiliation reserved for the ‘last one standing’, let’s face it, the last person isn’t even ‘picked’ by a team, the team has to take them because there’s no one else to pick from!
As we enter the workforce, the selection process may not be as brutally transparent, but it can still happen. For many people there is a great deal of confusion about why some colleagues are chosen first over others. Furthermore, when people are frustrated about not being chosen, they rationalise their situation by claiming bias, office politics or ‘favourites’, with faces that fit!
As I said earlier, the childhood experience can leave a scar, the humiliation of being seen as not good enough by peers and teachers alike. Very few would be happy if that continued into adult working life.
So thanks to The Apprentice I revisited one of my less cherished school day memories.
But unlike them, thankfully I have slightly longer to get ready in the morning as Lord Sugar’s car won’t be outside in 20 minutes!
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