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 . . .

3:51 PM

Kim :) said…

I hope you found that happy place! :)

5:02 PM

Anonymous said…

you have been tagged - don't forget to post your answers!

11:33 AM

volvomom said…

A happy place is a nice place. As long as it has caffeine and red wine.

4:31 PM

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

4:13 PM

Anonymous said…

me, it wasn't me

4:14 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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