reflections on rubbish

I'm still feeling braindead after my online shitshow (sorry - 'seminar') this week.
Jesus, what a waste of time.
I don't know what you do for a living, but let's imagine, just for the sake of argument, that you are a butcher. Now imagine that your boss tells you that you need to attend some additional online training stuff to keep you up to speed on how to be a good butcher. Now imagine that the person leading that training does not have a background in butchery, or in any kind of customer service, or in any kind of skilled manual labour that might be applied to your job with a bit of tinkering. Imagine instead that the person leading the training looks like they have literally just fallen off the stage at a graduation ceremony at a lower-grade university somewhere after getting a low-grade degree in something completely unrelated to the field about which they are talking, and imagine that they have compiled one (and only one) PowerPoint presentation full of flowery buzzwords and management wankspeak, and that they have decided to present that presentation regardless of its relevance to their audience. So instead of useful CPD stuff about how you cut and serve certain parts of certain animals, or how you treat customers, or how you develop your business to reach a larger market, or anything that might remotely resemble an iota of something worthwhile and useful to your trade, you have to spend all day sitting through a collection of pie charts and waffly articles, brought to you by some Home Counties oik who looks like he still needs acne cream and hasn't been taught how to tie a Windsor knot properly without breaking two fingers.
That's pretty much what I went through yesterday.
Waste of time.

RC 6-6-25