Following my musings yesterday about the so-called World’s Best Job, I caught myself thinking a little more about the decision and its implications.
Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I realised it’s an astounding decision – here is a country which has cut the number of foreign workers allowed in by 14% to “protect local jobs” – obviously Tourism Queensland didn’t read the script when they handed the job to a Pommie charity worker rather than a native Australian.
They must have been drunk on the estimated £73 million worth of publicity the cynical PR stunt has won for the territory.
To make matters worse, the winner’s girlfriend, who will be joining him on Hamilton Island is Canadian. Ouch, a double whammy for the immigration services.
And to anyone who has an iota of jealousy, (and let’s face it, who wouldn’t?), you can see how cynical an exercise this has been when you read the small print of the winner’s contract.
It’s only for six months – so expect the World’s Best Job to become a regular fixture in the PR wonk’s calendar and a top rated TV reality show – maybe it should be titled I’m an Australian, Get me into Here.