Three days of my life have disappeared into a file
named ‘Boredom’ never to be retrieved. I think it was 1pm on Wednesday when
everyone in the room realised the whole venture was a complete waste of time,
but the course organiser insisted on ploughing on regardless and forcing his ill-written
and ultimately irrelevant ideas upon us. The company he represents probably
charged my employers at least £250 per person for this pointless waffle. God
knows who they are, or why my company decided to use them. We live under a
Conservative government these days, so obviously I’m assuming that nepotism was
involved, or maybe our managing director once had a liaison with their managing
director or something. Either way, I don’t think there was one thing of any
value that I can take from the entire three-day stint. I had a notepad with me,
just in case, but I notice this morning that it’s just full of doodles, and a
few pages of ‘Dirty Hangman’ that I started playing with a District Manager
from Lincolnshire.
I suppose THAT was one little positive – spending
time with others on the same level as myself and being able to compare notes on
how we all cope with the meanderings and mechanisms of four separate filling
stations each.
Anyway – I’ve wasted enough time and words describing
it to you. Time to move on from it and get on with my weekend.
RC 6-7-19
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