Locked in a windowless room with a bunch of lawyers. It's my employer's annual 2-day long training, and it is draining my will to live. I want to love my job, but it's making it hard. I think my job wants me to break up with it.
First of all, it's hotter than hell in here, and these gasbags are sucking all the air out of the room. And, to add insult to injury, there are no refreshments, and although lunch is provided, it's from the craptastic courthouse cafeteria and we're required to eat it in this fiery hell closet of a training room while some blowhard yammers on.
I am willing to acknowledge that a lot of the trouble I have with training is entirely due to my unmedicated ADD. But this sucks.
I wish there were scented markers. At my previous employer, we had scented markers, and the cinnamon one even tasted good!
I've been told I have a bad attitude, but I don't think that's true. All I want is some scented markers.
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ReplyDeleteYou NEED some scented markers in your purse or bra or somewhere for the love of christ. Or a haiku partner. LAME.
ReplyDeleteI know, next time, bring a picnic basket of snacks and drinks and markers, and a little fan, all for you. That'll teach 'em.
Next time I'll bring a flask! That'll really teach 'em. It did remind me of the haiku days, though. Good times.
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