Training Day...part 2

Greetings once again 'feenix magazine' readers....lets talk about it.

So I wake up this morning with the thought that, "Oh D*** I have to go to the ATM machine, because I have to pay for parking at the training location that I didn't choose (and i didn't have to pay today yayyy!) and still have to rush and get to training only to be parking in the garage and realize that oh, and to boot, I don't have my training manual. So I begin to concoct all of these different situations where I could sit in training for 3.5 hours and it not be noticed that I am unprepared.... After much thought I came to the conclusion that situational diversions aren't even necessary. I just approached the trainer and said do you have a copy of today's "lesson" so that I can read along because I left mine on my desk. It worked out for me, because I didn't need it at all.

See today I arrived much earlier to training than I did yesterday (thanks to the emergency need to go to the ATM machine pit stop) so I was able to get a better seat. --sidebar: yesterday's seat was ok, if sitting directly next to the trainer is your cup of tea, but all I could do is focus on how big their eyes were and how their eyelids adjusted to fit over top of them every time they blinked) From this new piece of real estate(my seat) I was able to see more today. Like "Mr./Mrs. I should be the trainer" had some strange growth on their arm that made it hard for me to focus on the class because I just kept coming up with theories as to what it was. You know...malaria, skin eating disease, botched vaccination when they went thru 'that place where if you weren't born here you have to go to to be considered native...begins with an EYE'

And directly next to me was the person that everyone has in their office. The weird looking nerdy type who has a wealth of knowledge and declares that they never need training they are just there to "observe..." Well today I wanted to ask them if they could observe from the door because that miscellaneous scratching and clawing of your skin was making me a tad uneasy...instant thought was germX hand sanitizer to kill the microscopic hungry parasitic creatures that had you diggin in your skin like a prairie dog--never did figure out what was eating them.....*note to self: somehow bring that up in conversation....*

Well I got an early release from the skin parasite ward aka training camp and I must calm my nerves with a little Patti Labelle....So we will pick up with "Training Day...part 3" tomorrow, until then keep in mind that the spirit of the feenix is within you...!


~feenix