We had another training at work today which sucked ass as usual. And, this time I wasn't sitting close enough to K to pass notes. So, when all the funny moments happened I was stuck in an island of laughter supression. Moments like when we were told to get out of the building if we smelled something burning or something hot and I wondered it that applied to the Dahill rep that did our copier training (very nice) or when I was the only dumb ass that raised his hand for a personalized dissertation on closed workshops courtesy of the E. D. heretofore to be known as Christina because she looks very much like the Spanish language talk show host.And while it was mildly interesting, Christina kept expounding and expounding and after that the effort to appear interested turned my mind to mush for the rest of the day. Why the hell did I raise my hand?!?
Ugh.
I could feel the dirty looks pelting my back from the poor suckers behind me. Am I the only person that slips in and out of consciousness during those meeting/ trainings? And why does Grandma have to do them? Can't we hire someone else that's not so....what's the word....boring? What's Margaret Cho doing these days? Maybe she'd be interested in a little contract work. Otherwise, I may just sleepwalk my ass out the next one.
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