Working for Qantas is like working for Jay Gatsby. Every weekend you get to watch another fabulous party. All these people not even Jay knows turn up on some flimsy excuse [what was the last one? New Perth menus, or something].
You don't get to party, of course, but you do get to spend all week cleaning the rubbish out of the pool.
Ah well, at least when they are writing the obituaries, they'll be able to say 'they had no clue how to run an airline - but they gave the BEST parties!'.