I thought my piles had cleared up over Christmas, but spending most of yesterday sitting down has left me rather sore and uncomfortable so I might go back to the Anusol. The seminar, I have to confess, was nowhere near as bad as I expected. It was quite good fun, actually. Jerry and Claire - who ran it - weren’t from the company, they were outside consultants brought in by head office, so it was generic info rather than supermarket-specific bullshit. A lot of it was stuff that I might be able to use in other jobs, and learning it for myself would probably have cost a small fortune (especially judging by the sporty BMWs outside with Jerry and Claire‘s personalised number plates on)
The journey down there though was as awful as I had feared. Two hours of my colleagues battling each other to see who could crawl the furthest up Graham’s arse. Luckily I was really tired when we’d finished so I slept all the way back, which meant I missed out on another long session of “Yes Graham”, “Well driven Graham” and “Oh Graham you’re so funny”
We got back in fairly good time too, so the day wasn’t as long as I’d thought it would be.
Today I wasn’t in until lunchtime so I had a nice lie-in with Philippa. I got to work just in time to find Steve from the alcohol department saying “Graham, yesterday was such a helpful experience, thank you so much again for inviting me.”
Prick.
RC 12-1-13
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