I am sure I have done this before, that is criticised what I have to do every year. I must attend a work training course to teach me how to do the job I have been doing for thirty plus years.
I tried to maintain an interested face for the goings on, but a close workmate suggested that I was looking very bored. My way of dealing with it was to keep my mouth shut. Maybe some thought I was snobbish, maybe some thought I was very quiet, maybe some thought I was being superior. But by keeping your mouth shut, no one thinks you are a fool. Ho ho. In my blog I open my mouth and you know I am a fool.
Normally at such training courses there is a fool, one who talks absolute nonsense and wants to aggrandise him or herself with work tales and personal ancedotes and take the whole thing ever so seriously. Perhaps in a way you could call it venting. Such people vent at work often enough. I would have thought that was enough to get it out of their system.
But this time the course was a cracker. There were four of them, all competing for space and attention. I tried desperately to not roll my eyes as they opened their mouths. I carefully examined every power point and communication connection. I know the screens in the room and outside in great detail. I had suspicions that the person who was standing and lecturing might have been wearing a wig. I concentrated hard but I am not sure. Only two of the guys were vaguely attractive. I thought about what it would be like to have some fun with them. Another who I lusted after years ago is now ever so old.
Ok, I will fess that there were a couple of interesting bits today, a total of ten minutes perhaps but generally, I just did not want to be there.