Last week, I attended a training for the workplace in the town of resort-style living, Oak Ridge. The training was on the database system used at our center and, it appears to me, was designed to be the most complex, detailed system today. Imagine a room full of the most artistic people you can imagine: social workers, therapists, forensic interviewers, etc. trying to master the skills of this. You are right, I zoned out about 2.3 seconds into the thing. While the instructors were going on and on about how to do this and that, the following are things that I thought better to contemplate:
1)Is it possible for my 3 month old daughter’s inner-dialogue to be in a British accent?
2)In what year do you think the transition was made where straight men began to enjoy Justin Timberlake?
3)Why is eleven not pronounced “onety one”?
4)If the Rapture occurred right now, would I be sad that my brand new leggings I just purchased would be left behind?
5)Why is that woman in the next row talking openly about going to an “adult” store the size of Wal-Mart?
6)I sure hope the continental breakfast has bacon tomorrow morning.
7)Parents should not let their children wear Heelies.
8)The song, Somebody to Love, by Queen, might be the best song. Ever.
9)It is a shame that anyone ever has used the name Tammi.
10)Would Joey stay married to me if I started wearing Jellies everyday?
The lady who wanted to go to the “adult” store later talked about picking up men that evening. Right. At the end of the training, I was confused and came home with a cold. Cheers!
