Jumping Through Hoops March 26, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 8 commentsGrrrrrrrr. And harrumph. And sodding bloomin Nora. And other sounds of despair and wretchedness.
The latest attempt to become vaguely less penniless is to be suckered into a ‘development day’ in the bowels of Retail Hell. I really have no idea what form this torture will take. I have to deliver a ten-minute presentation on something I have no idea about. I can give this talk in any way I want though. So that’s good.
I have a scary feeling that there will be Team Building exercises. “There’s no ‘I’ in ‘Team’,” the hyperactive training manager will giggle. We will probably giggle too. Just to be polite.
Sigh. I am not cut out for such malarkey. This sort of day usually involves trying not to drop your sarnies down your suit during the ‘working lunch’ and having to balance on a stick while your colleagues hold a child’s butterfly net out to catch you. Gawd.
Plan of Action (after having achieved nowt all day) is as follows:
- Make some notes about said mysterious topic.
- Bribe Number 2 Son to turn scribblings into flashy PowerPoint presentation when he returns from Primary School.
- Leave early enough in the morning to buy herbal tranqs before the misery commences.
Ripe for promotion? Me? Oh, yeah, bring it on! Oh, b*llocks.
