S is for Somebody

They're sending me to yet another training class today. WTF? Why do they think I need all these classes? Is there something they're not telling me? Am I just the dumbest cubicle-dweller in Sacramento?

Okay, okay, here's what really happens - employees who jump up and transfer out of my unit give up their training slots, but too late for the supervisor to cancel the class and get a refund. The supervisor wants somebody to go in place of the exiting employee, so we don't waste the tuition. So, just call me Somebody.

Actually, this almost makes me feel worse. Excellent.

Links to keep you happy while I am away:

Scrine: hobophobe (The comments are the best part)

Create your own IQ chart, using 60's TV characters or maybe disgraced GOP leaders. (Wait - the GOP leader thing might not work - there are only three slots!)

'The Big Win' - an upcoming commercial for the UK national lottery. [Quicktime needed.] Very engaging - it's a cross between Tim Burton and Dr. Seuss. And I bet the little song gets stuck in your head today.

Comments

[ann]

love the links Pam - keep 'em coming!

[Cartman]

I heart training junkets...

Since I have been at Regional Transit, I have gone on several training junkets to far away and distant lands; Sensitivity Training, V.T.T. Training (I'm still not sure what that one was), Harrasment Training, Lot Safety Training, Medical Safety Training, Blood Born Pathogen Training, Air Head (brake) Training and last but not least how to stomach Jimboys tacos 5 or 6 days a week....Oh, they also tought me how to drive a bus.

Good Times...

Cartman