I'm glad I'm sick today...
Jun. 13th, 2007 03:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
isabelladangeloI was supposed to go back to that horrible training course today but I woke up and it took me a couple of minutes just to figure out if I could get out of bed to turn off the radio. Let me back up a bit to get everyone caught up and on the same page.
First, my supervisor and her boss thought it would be funny to send me to training again. I hate training. They always get the biggest idiots to teach and they look like deer caught in the headlights if I bother to make a point or ask a question. Yesterday, I think the entire class shocked him because, oh my, the entire class of college grads with a few masters and PhD's mixed in actually know what critical thinking and logic is. It isn't like you couldn't tell from such team names as "the fantastic five" or "Intel 2.0" that you are dealing with a room full of geeks. ::sighs::
And then there was the incident yesterday morning. I was talking to one of my fellow inmates...err...classmates in regards to the Smithsonian and how terrible the American Indian museum is. (The food is great but the exhibits are absolutely horrible. Comment or email me for more details) Anyways, the training coordinator comes in and asks if I know anything about the Aboriginals (Aus.) and I admitt I really don't know much. My focus has been on the Caribbean Indians. So she tells me a little bit and how similar the plights of the American Indians are to the Aboriginals...the typical nonsense I hear when the people have read one National Geographic article and know nothing more.
Anyways I tell her about some fairly recent research suggesting that the South American tribes are genetically linked to the Aboriginals. So she says "oh! That makes sense. After all the continents were all one then." ::head desk::
I tried to save her. I really did. I explained I meant 50,000 years ago, not a couple of million or so. So we keep talking and then I explain about how there may also be a small genetic link between the Vikings and the North American Indians on the North Atlantic coast. So she asks "So was that when the continents were together?" Ummm...no.
Basically, this is fairly typical for someone in charge of training the gov't. They have zero, and I mean zero, intelligence. I've only had one trainer that was any good whatsoever. Everyone else well...gov't is the very first place I've been that "those that can't, teach" is true. It wasn't true in school, or in college...just gov't. It's highly annoying to be stuck in a class that you remember from elementary school and the trainier seems to think no one could have possible learned. Oh yes, I've talked to them; many many times... They still think that I'm the only one that learned this and the other people that are looking at them like they are idiots are just "confused" because it's all new to them. Ummm...no. It's not. They look like that because they really think you are an idiot sweetheart.
Anyways, I got back from training yesterday and went to stop by Mom and Dad's. They are just a couple of miles off the route home and I can take different route from their house to the beltway and miss a lot of traffic. Well, I went down to the basement and Mom was excited to see me. After the hugs and kisses, she told me I was hot. Well, I did have a headache but I figured that was a mix of training and headdesking. (Okay, so I really thought it was just sinuses) She drugged me up with Tylenol and gave me ginger ale. Turns out, I really did have a fever. Once I was fully medicated, I went home to find out Miss Ginsie was sick too.
The little brat had gotten into the trash can (I had forgotten to put it up) and she ate some of the stale french bread. Unfortunately, it didn't stay down. So Ginsie was sick, I am sick, and yeah...not fun.
That brings us to this morning. I gave up very early in the morning when I realized I had zero ability to stand up for more than a few seconds and my legs hurt from just walking up the stairs. well, that, and the fact I had no ability to judge time lapse....it wasn't good. So I called up the training coordinator (yes, that one) and left a message. I spent most of the morning either watching the 1982 Sense and Sensibility (love the costumes) or napping. I was awoken (again) at 1:30 by thunder. By 2:00, it started to hail.
From my back window. I'm talking to my Mom on the phone while taping. And I'm sick so ignore my voice.
From the front porch. I really didn't want Ginsie going out in this stuff so you might hear me telling her to stay back.
So, I'm pretty glad I stayed home because A) I really am sick, b) Ginsie really was sick (she seems to be doing better now) and c) I so wouldn't have wanted to miss a good hail storm!
First, my supervisor and her boss thought it would be funny to send me to training again. I hate training. They always get the biggest idiots to teach and they look like deer caught in the headlights if I bother to make a point or ask a question. Yesterday, I think the entire class shocked him because, oh my, the entire class of college grads with a few masters and PhD's mixed in actually know what critical thinking and logic is. It isn't like you couldn't tell from such team names as "the fantastic five" or "Intel 2.0" that you are dealing with a room full of geeks. ::sighs::
And then there was the incident yesterday morning. I was talking to one of my fellow inmates...err...classmates in regards to the Smithsonian and how terrible the American Indian museum is. (The food is great but the exhibits are absolutely horrible. Comment or email me for more details) Anyways, the training coordinator comes in and asks if I know anything about the Aboriginals (Aus.) and I admitt I really don't know much. My focus has been on the Caribbean Indians. So she tells me a little bit and how similar the plights of the American Indians are to the Aboriginals...the typical nonsense I hear when the people have read one National Geographic article and know nothing more.
Anyways I tell her about some fairly recent research suggesting that the South American tribes are genetically linked to the Aboriginals. So she says "oh! That makes sense. After all the continents were all one then." ::head desk::
I tried to save her. I really did. I explained I meant 50,000 years ago, not a couple of million or so. So we keep talking and then I explain about how there may also be a small genetic link between the Vikings and the North American Indians on the North Atlantic coast. So she asks "So was that when the continents were together?" Ummm...no.
Basically, this is fairly typical for someone in charge of training the gov't. They have zero, and I mean zero, intelligence. I've only had one trainer that was any good whatsoever. Everyone else well...gov't is the very first place I've been that "those that can't, teach" is true. It wasn't true in school, or in college...just gov't. It's highly annoying to be stuck in a class that you remember from elementary school and the trainier seems to think no one could have possible learned. Oh yes, I've talked to them; many many times... They still think that I'm the only one that learned this and the other people that are looking at them like they are idiots are just "confused" because it's all new to them. Ummm...no. It's not. They look like that because they really think you are an idiot sweetheart.
Anyways, I got back from training yesterday and went to stop by Mom and Dad's. They are just a couple of miles off the route home and I can take different route from their house to the beltway and miss a lot of traffic. Well, I went down to the basement and Mom was excited to see me. After the hugs and kisses, she told me I was hot. Well, I did have a headache but I figured that was a mix of training and headdesking. (Okay, so I really thought it was just sinuses) She drugged me up with Tylenol and gave me ginger ale. Turns out, I really did have a fever. Once I was fully medicated, I went home to find out Miss Ginsie was sick too.
The little brat had gotten into the trash can (I had forgotten to put it up) and she ate some of the stale french bread. Unfortunately, it didn't stay down. So Ginsie was sick, I am sick, and yeah...not fun.
That brings us to this morning. I gave up very early in the morning when I realized I had zero ability to stand up for more than a few seconds and my legs hurt from just walking up the stairs. well, that, and the fact I had no ability to judge time lapse....it wasn't good. So I called up the training coordinator (yes, that one) and left a message. I spent most of the morning either watching the 1982 Sense and Sensibility (love the costumes) or napping. I was awoken (again) at 1:30 by thunder. By 2:00, it started to hail.
From my back window. I'm talking to my Mom on the phone while taping. And I'm sick so ignore my voice.
From the front porch. I really didn't want Ginsie going out in this stuff so you might hear me telling her to stay back.
So, I'm pretty glad I stayed home because A) I really am sick, b) Ginsie really was sick (she seems to be doing better now) and c) I so wouldn't have wanted to miss a good hail storm!
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Date: 2007-06-14 04:37 pm (UTC)