I don’t give a stuff about the Melbourne Cup.
I don’t bet on it, and I don’t deliberately watch it. As I’m not part of a socialising workplace, neither am I a lady who lunches, I’m able to do this unostentatiously without being nagged.
The last few years I’ve known the name of at least one horse in the race, but she’s not running this year.
Am I the only one?
[crossposted at Larvatus Prodeo]
Nope. I object to hoss racing anyway, so I quietly ignore the big screen in the tea room and the sweepstake at work.
No. I don’t care about it either. Dorian says there isn’t even a sweep at his new workplace. That could just be apathy, but I hope not.
As I said at LP, I used to win the sweeps really regularly, and a free boozy lunch was always pleasant, but generally I’d rather not.
You’re not alone (cue alien spaceship). I don’t ‘get’ horse racing (give me a nice wall of wet paint to watch any time) and gambling on it is statistically idiotic (unless you’re a bookie, of course). There’s a cafe downstairs where I can buy a very acceptable cappuccino with the $2 I saved not entering the stupid sweepstake. Un-Australian? No, just rational.
Well, I’m not Australian, but I thought it was primarily an excuse for a beer. Which is what I’m going to have :)
When I worked in an office or hospital I’d put the obligatory $2 in the sweep and join in the food/grog fest – it did no harm and was sometimes fun.
I don’t miss it now that I’m at home though.
Nope, I’m with you on this and have blogged about it too.
Glad to see I’m not alone.
as with you tig, when I worked somewhere there was a sweeps, I’d put my $2 in, but then went back to work. I don’t miss it a jot.
YAY!
we’re so unAustralian!
Today as I met someone at her workplace, her co-workers were hauling a TV into the office for the grog, nosh & nags fest.
I don’t know why this tradition amused me, since I don’t get into the race either, but it did. A bit of the “getting away with mucking around at work” vibe I guess.
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What more quintessentially Australian public holiday could you possibly have? Edumacationally introducing kids to the practice of betting on the dumbest animal ever invented (I mean, something so strong that has allowed itself to be domesticated for about 6000 years?). A free BBQ day in the best part of the BBQ season? Cup Day Rocks!
It’s a bit of tough luck for those of us not living in Melbourne, Brett.
I ended up taking a nap while the race was on.