It’s SO unfair

Yesterday I had the pleasure of a 2 hour refresher course on that database training (thankfully sans the fucking idiot man who made my life a living hell for 2 ½ days in the windowless room). I fought to stay awake in the hottest room in the building as I realised I remember very little from the main training course and could possibly be drowning somewhat come Monday when we finally go ‘live’ with this tosh. Luckily we will have some ‘super users’ dotted about the place in red t-shirts to help out. Ginger is one of these and not happy at all about the prospect of the t-shirt or having to help us numpties with a system even she is unsure of. She was so wound up yesterday about it she actually used the ‘c’ word on several occasions (very unlike her) including one time in the main lift when a man from a company on the 2nd floor blushed and hurried out the doors.

Anyway during this refresher course we had a prize draw. This was for everyone who had completed a questionnaire sent out to do with the new system. I answered mine, I’m quite sure that 87% of it was wrong as well but hey it’s the taking part that counts. So everyone who had answered got to put their name on a post-it note, chuck it in a paper cup and have the opportunity to win a bottle of vintage champagne. Guess who wins it? The only person in the room who doesn’t drink fucking alcohol that’s who! Flippin’ Andre. Someone suggested that maybe she could give it to her Mum? Oh no her Mum doesn’t drink much because of her tablets. Right – so maybe offer it up to someone else then? At least let me know it’s going to a good home and won’t just end up in the cat charity tombola on Sunday?! So she gave it to Kirstie, who didn’t even come to the refresher training or fill in the questionnaire.

Yes that is the sound of my foot stomping on the floor you can hear.

In other news we have a department meal and drinks tonight. It’s the carrot on a stick to make us all go to this tedious hour and a half team meeting before hand. Where many subjects I have no idea about will be discussed and once again I will try not to fall asleep or simply watch the old dudes fall asleep and then wake up and pretend they never were. Actually that in itself can be quite amusing so there are some minor distractions to be had at least.
The meal is being held at the same pub we had the ill-fated Christmas party a few years back. When IT Geek lost his glasses to a fisty cuff from someone and then got us all kicked out of the pub during a stand up argument over terrorism with another opponent…well we haven’t been back since. Let’s hope we don’t have any repeat performances tonight (none that involve me anyway). Although with Ginger spouting the ‘c’ word, Kirtsie about to have a meltdown and Gunner in talks with HR about going staff there could still be time for fireworks…. If there is anything newsworthy to report back on tomorrow you shall have it in its full un-edited Technicolor glory.