Today the trainer gave us "practice" sheets. Ten pages, over 100 questions. My god, is it possible to bore me more? It made me remember high school. I looked at the sheets and thought, "Fuck these." I don't need practice. I'm ready for the final. Give it to me now, I'll score 100%. I don't need to look the same stuff up under different accounts 20 different times. We have two days to do the sheets. So, I picked at them, time at a standstill. I'd do a question, sit back and stare at the window, do another, twiddle my thumbs. I still got nine out of ten pages done.
Back in high school, I just wouldn't have done it. I'd have tossed it aside, picked up the latest Stephen King novel, and read til the day was out. This is how someone who tests with a genius IQ coasts through High School with a high C average. BOREDOM. There were people in the class enjoying these sheets. People who were challenged by them. OMG. These are not challenging. We have an online database at our fingertips. You simply type in a few keywords and pow, there's your answer. Why does this take practice? I suppose it does help to know how to use Boolean search terms, but still. Other questions just want you to look up an account and read a bit of information off a certain line and write what it says. Oh, so hard.
I am so ready for class to be over. I won't even learn how to do the job I was hired to do until I get out of class. What a waste of time. I feel bad about feeling that way. It's not the trainer's fault that class sucks. This is the curriculum he's supposed to teach. They could squeeze this all into a three week class, there is no need to stretch it out for six weeks. If people in the class can't keep up, then maybe they aren't smart enough to do the job. I do feel he's too nice to the dumb people and gives them too much help. If they can't get it like everyone else, then they should just be written off as failures. Let them fail the tests, don't give them extra time to complete them. Don't coach them on the answers. Ugh, okay, that's all.
I just had a very amusing (to me) mental image of a mash-up between Lord Of The Rings and Silence Of The Lambs. Gollum, as Buffalo Bill, leaning over the pit, looking panicked, it pans down to the girl holding Precious, the dog. Gollum says, "It puts The Precious in the b (Read More)
I am in desperate need of the catharsis one experiences upon slitting someone's throat with a razor-sharp blade followed by the joy and elation obtained from watching the life drift from their eyes turning them to dead, glassy orbs as I am filled with the energy that used t (Read More)
I rushed out of work at 5pm
Plopped my ass in my car again
Welcome to the land of lazyness,
hey, gotta get my rest in.
Started up the car
headed home for my free time
Look at the street and I see a really bad sign.
Traffic looks so crazy
Everybody's in my way, s (Read More)
I envy a person who can hear their alarm go off, turn it off, and get up out of bed, ready to start the day. I live by the snooze button. It is my best friend in the morning. Well, it and my coffee. I'd marry it if congress would hurry up and pass that bill legalizing m (Read More)
So, my car's wrecked, I told ya that. The bumper was precariously attached. It began to become unattached. I'll fix it with some Gorilla Glue just as soon as the snow is gone and the temperature is more moderate. For now, I removed it and placed it on my porch. So the (Read More)
The last few weeks have been kind of hectic and draining. Last Wednesday I wrecked my car. Hit a patch of ice, slid off the road, down a hill, into a pole. I wasn't hurt. The car was. I spent nearly a week with my brother-in-law trying to fix it. Had to replace the ra (Read More)
Depressed. And I'm quite tired of being depressed. There's no reason for me to be depressed. No logical reason, anyway. I'm insane, that's obvious. I have great friends. What's left of my family, my sister, brother, nephews and niece, et al, are wonderful. I'm w (Read More)
