GB, the armpit of AA county!
Can you believe a recruiter told my niece (who was living in GB at the time) to use a different address on her resume because GB has such a bad reputation?
Yippee!
The HFH just left and once again I am
HOME ALONE!
Well, it certainly took long enough! But I’m showered and dressed, and I’m thinking about going out to get some lunch. I’m thinking Bert’s. I think I shall! 
I’m up and at irk but I still haven’t eaten or anything.
Just remembered half day for the Sah-kid today so he will be home in am hour.
I have to walk hell-pup today, and tomorrow.
She’s really not a bad dog, just 100 pounds of puppy is too much puppy.
The SO or soon to be ex-SO sent me a text yesterday asking it I was ok.
I still haven’t answered because I don’t see much point in continuing in something that obviously isn’t going to work.
I’m not angry anymore, I’m not sad anymore, I just don’t care. I keep waiting for it to hit me and I’m not feeling much of anything other than that a weight has been lifted off me.
I have been practicing giving a training presentation all day. I feel like I sound like the teacher from Charlie Brown. Whaw-whaw-whaw. Everyone is going to fall asleep from boredom. I don’t blame them. It is boring and extremely repetative. I basically repeat verbally all the instructions I have written down. I wish I could just email out the instructions and spreadsheet and tell them to call me with any questions, but the boss wants it this way. Blergh!
**Jynx **- use puppets! You’re welcome!
Back from grabbing a burger at Bert’s and filling my car. Guess I can’t put it off any longer - I have to clean the porch railings. Sometimes being a responsible adult just sucks.
OMG good luck! I have to give one of those training presentation thingies on the 9th so I feel your pain
Tonight is weigh-in for a month long weight loss challenge. The Boy has gathered together a group of six who all tossed in $20. I think it’s winner take all, to be calculated by percentage. In related news, I discovered that it’s easier to get up a little early if I know that the thing I’m getting up early for is a big waffle breakfast.
The Boy went all out on the group challenge setup. He decided it would be more fun to have a little treasure chest as the prize. The only one he could find was at a craft store. So he bought that, stained it, then went to the bank to ask for $120 in Sacagawea dollars, because they’re gold. Well, goldish. He said the teller looked at him strangely until he explained what he wanted them for. Then she was all excited and thought it was cool and went rummaging in the vault.
So I’m up and very full. And $120 in coins doesn’t make as big a pile as I’d have expected.
Or a thick textbook. Hold it up high & drop it. When it hits the floor with a WHOMP everyone will suddenly be awake again. 
I’m on the crew boat ride to port now!
Well that was cool, in the courtyard at work they brought in a bunch of organic vendors, a vegetable stand, honey, soaps, candles, teas, goat milk products, bird houses, jerky, etc. Got some great stuff for Mom’s (Wife’s) Day, heirloom tomatoes, plus two veggies were free so a honeydew and a pineapple. Nice.
Back from (sorta) half-day irk. I was so blurfed out this am (5 am, to be precise), that I misspelled ‘irk’ as ‘ick’ in my early post. Kind of the same sentiment though, no?
I was a regional trainer at work in several disciplines a number of years ago, and I swear Jynx, this is exactly how I felt about certain training modules. Right down to the Charlie Brown thing. You can just see the lights go out in people’s eyes. And I also tried to convince the powers that be that were better ways of doing said training, but they would have none of it - they are The Powers That Be, after all. If it’s my idea, it cannot be wrong and all that.
::sigh::
Good luck.
And thus Andy Application , Sara System and Barney Budget were born.
Little did they know Andy Application was a former childhood-tv puppet who couldn’t find work for years because of drug and alcohol abuse. The training that he was giving was so boring that he was forced back into mind-altering drugs just to give a little depth to the presentation. He just wasn’t aware of how deep in he would go into his drug induced haze while giving the presentation, the laser pointer kept turning into a six-eyed cat and he had a slight phobia of cats. Phrases like “And in this field here you enter..” were punctuated by large screems of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" followed by, “Now where was, I…oh yes budget”.
Sara System had a terrible spitting problem and no one would sit with in 10 feet of her in a conference room. Unfortunately the training was full of many alliterative phrases such as “similiar system statistics” and “alternative application association”. Luckly for the trainees she will be giving this training via telecon, however her fellow co-workers must cram into the only conference room available, a 3x5 room with no windows. If they don’t remember their rain coats and fashionable rubber booties that day they will be in trouble or wet, very, very, wet.
Barney Budget was an older puppet. He had been around, if you know what I mean. He had been through 2 puppet wars and the Battle of the Strings vs Hands vs Socks vs Gila Monsters. He had a been-there done-that type of attitude and wasn’t afraid to share it. He also had a tendancy to off-road during the training. He would have his script in front of him but would frequently veer off into telling war stories. “Did I ever tell you about the time I was knee deep in, oh wait I am a sock puppet, I don’t have knees, thread deep in the depths of the k-martian swamp of no hope, surrounded by nerf-gun-toting v-necked hanes t-shirts with torn packaging? There was this one shirt, must have been a XXXXXXXXXXXXXXL size that tried to creep up on me from behind. But I smelled it. Worn and returned under shady circumstances will give it away everytime. Plus the red lipstick on the collor was easy to spot as well. I raised up my gatling gun loaded with 10,000 rounds of bleach capsules and smoked that sucker back into the pre-treat era. Thats also where I lost my eye. Anyone want to see the scar?”
I think this is a FANTASTIC idea. runs away to liberate single socks from the mis-matched clothing drawer
Eons ago, I had to sit thru a really dry presentation. The information was really quite good and helpful, but there was no way to make it interesting. About halfway thru, a slide came up of an adorable basset hound puppy - all ears and sad eyes - with a gun held to its head. It read: *“Stay awake or the dog dies!” * :eek:
It definitely woke us all up!
Of yeah, forgot to say - I’ve finished scrubbing the railings on the porch - whew, what a job! When **FCD **gets home, we’ll take the new furniture out there. Then I’ll take some pics. Meanwhile, I’m taking a break. Whew!
I couldn’t wait -I did it myself!
The red is fabulous!
Is that a dog?
Was in a traffic systems seminar, once. I don’t know if they were pre-programmed, or if the presenter had a button he could push. But just about when we were starting to nod off, a little video clip of a car crash, with full sound, would pop up. That gets your attention.
We made him run each one two or three times. Just to get all of the educational information out of them.
Always a mistake to let you ans Swampy sit together. :dubious:
I’m really happy with it. Originally, we were looking at green, then we considered non-covered cushions that I would do myself, but I like red. And the color isn’t nearly as violent as it looked on the website.
We were sitting out there just a bit ago and I decided to put a harness on Taz and take him out. He didn’t like the harness. But I don’t want him out otherwise - he’ll probably run off. So he either goes on a leash and yells at us or he sits inside and yells at us. Silly cat!