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Update on Mr. I'm going to cry to my boss...

Ok, so Mr. I'm going to cry to my boss went to his boss to get his way because I had scheduled myself out 10 weeks and would not just jump to his every whim, got my schedule changed for a 2 hour training session. Please refer back a few days for the full story. Well now the training session is for only one hour, one mind blooooowing, M#$%^%$##$%%$$$ hour. I have to hang out for one day with nothing to do because of one hour. And the best part, the company I work for just sent Mr. I'm going to cry to my boss to a 3 day training session so that he could do small training like this himself. What a waste of time on everyone's part.

So what does this all mean? I will show up for my one hour and leave. I will not stay longer than one hour. I will not leave before one hour is up. I will make everyone stay and listen to me talk for one hour. I will tell everyone to stuff it up their a$$ and make them like it and be happy to do it.

I'm going to my happy place now.

Comments

Kelsgarden said…
jo security can be annoying at times . . .
Kim :) said…
I hope you found that happy place! :)
Anonymous said…
you have been tagged - don't forget to post your answers!
volvomom said…
A happy place is a nice place. As long as it has caffeine and red wine.
Anonymous said…
I'm just going to keep adding comments until you blog again.

But I'll change me name each time so you don't know it is me
Anonymous said…
me, it wasn't me

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