It’s a job, you know? Just a job. I do the numbers, that’s it.
Don’t care if it’s for Campetition or whatever. Numbers are numbers, the spreadsheet looks the same. We buy stuff, we pay staff, we rent places, management takes business trips, taxman gets his share.
It’s basically the same routine everywhere.
There are some limits, though. Wouldn’t feel very good working for an arms manufacturer, or big tobacco. Would prefer not to mention that kind of job on social occasions. Someone has to do those numbers, too, of course, and it’s not the numbers people doing the killing, of course not. But I’d still prefer not to mention, if ever I had to do the numbers for this kind of company.
Whereas being involved with Campetition, that’s pretty cool, for my line of work. Makes for good small talk. Pretty much everybody is watching it, and cheering for someone. Like that girl from Syria, two seasons back, don’t remember her name, but so cute. My wife got asked at her gym, if she might be available for hire as personal trainer, and if I might help.
This show really is win-win all over. Fun to watch, and educational. You wouldn’t believe the progress my kids made, for geography, since they are allowed to watch. Clara, she’s first grade, but she can say Afghanistan, and locate it on her beach ball. Very educational, the country clips explaining where the contestants come from. And never too harsh, no risk of causing nightmares. Very family friendly.
And for the contestants, it’s even more win-win. Best case they hit the jackpot and get to stay, with all rights to all benefits. Worst case they get deported back to whichever camp they came from, but as famous people with a little cash. You can bet most of them will achieve some kind of what passes for a career under their kind of circumstances. And if they don’t, there are still the nice memories and the pictures.
Embarrassed, for being involved with Campetition? Certainly not!