May 31, 2005
BLEAK ROOM
Two days of mandatory leadership training. What a waste. I'd successfully avoided it for two years, but my boss tied my bonus to attendance this year, so I cannot escape.
It's like kindergarten, without the opportunities to peek up my facilitator's dress. Not that it would be any more appealing than the 200 pound Miss Gladys. But when you're five, hey. You gotta look.
And so I will subsume my boredom and irritability with this, and tell my boss that he possesses none of these wondrous leadership skills. Just in case the fucker was unaware of this fact.
My house is not finished, but ya'll can come anytime, just send me some dates and I will get Rob to come over also, Cat
Posted by: Catfish at May 31, 2005 7:46 PMWonder if the fucker reads your blog!
(Check it. A month with the pimp hat, and Cat is coming to you for dates. Heh. ;D)
Posted by: Key at May 31, 2005 9:26 PMMost management training is a bloody waste of time. The instructor usually doesn't give a shit, and only took the job to get off the slave galley that is the call center floor. The participants are surly, the instructor is sarcastic, and most often, classes were cut short so both sides of the conference room tables could duck out and go get a quick scotch & a blowjob from the office roundheel.
I oughta know, I taught the damned things for two years.
Posted by: El Capitan at May 31, 2005 9:53 PMI thought I recognized you.
Posted by: Velociman at May 31, 2005 10:05 PM