So what happened yesterday huh?

You know you are on a good course when one of the first things your instructor says is “I am really sorry but I have to go to the dentist, so you will be finishing a little earlier today.”

The true amazingness of this can only be appreciated when you remember that normally I don’t start until 2pm.

We still did a load of good stuff.

Once a week, each team at work enjoys a 30 minute “Work Time Listening & Learning” session. Although myself and my colleagues try hard, it’s hard to maintain the interest and enthusiasm of a room full of people. Yesterday we did some WTL&L practice and looked at the some of the skills needed. I consider my arse kicked. I can’t wait until I next do one.

We watched a very cool video about how not to hold a daily brief for your team. The comic buffoonery depicted by the actors was scarily close in many respects to quite a few real ones I have presented and I was duly shamed.

One thing I have noticed since spending most of this week in the company of my friend Louise ( this is Louise ) is that I have started to talk like her and I am loving that. How lucky am I?

I realise that impressions don’t go down well in print. Take it from me. That last one was spot on.

Poor Louise. All week she has been pestering me to do endless impressions of someone else on the course and collapsing into a breathless heap on the passenger seat whilst all the time I was improving my own impression of her…

So we buggered off at 1pm and I am loving that. How lucky were we?

Home in the afternoon. Weird. It’s..like…light and during the day and everything.

OK. No more Louise. I promise.

Today then.

Today was christened by those in the know as a “Personal Development Day”.

For those of you reside on planet “Everyday Spoken English”, I will translate.

Time to manage ourselves…
I woke up this morning and was actually quite apprehensive. As I said a few days ago, going into work on a different shift pattern is weird. I also don’t like having nothing to do. Perhaps it reminds me of P.S. Hell but I hate long empty pointless days and I imagined that Friday was going to be one of those.

At 9.01am we grabbed a cuppa and fled to the downstairs meeting room. The downstairs meeting room is cool because
its downstairs and out of the way.

We wasted an enjoyable 4 hours during which most sensible people wrote up their notes and the less sensible tried to read back all their badly written own notes.

After lunch we were kicked out of the downstairs meeting room, so we wandered briefly by the shift manager’s desk to mentally imprint the image of our presence and to rave about how fantastic we thought the course was. Phsyched up by the experience would be the understatement of the yead.

Back to 2pm-10pm next week. I can’t wait.

I hate 9pm-5pm.

I hate going to bed knowing the next thing I am going to do is go to work.

I have spent more money, eaten stupid food at stupid times, repeatedly forgotten to take my pills and driven in more rush-hour traffic than I ever want to see again.

How much I am not loving that….

See you on Monday Lou.

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