Passing Notes
A transcript of the notes passed between me and a coworker during the training session:
Oh. My. God. This last 30 minutes could have been covered in 5.
Fortunately, I’m sleeping through most of it.
Speed it the fuck up already!
60 pages to go!
I love beta testing in training.
I’m bored. I’m going to start asking questions in a minute. Then we’ll be here all day.
I love that you have to save to delete.
We’re on slide 42 of 114.
Oh Chuck, I feel your pain.
Try getting “IT Infrastructure Library” training for a week straight from a guy with a thick Indian Accent — in Oklahoma City — while nursing two broken kneecaps.
OK, I’m lying about the kneecaps, but the rest is true.
After awhile, the trainer starts sounding like all the adults in Peanuts cartoons.
Try writing a few blog postings by hand. She’ll think you’re taking copious notes.
Oh. My. God. I’m so gloriously thankful I don’t have to sit through the asshead monotone drivel that passes for training at my former place of work anymore.
But, I do feel your pain, as I once was where you sat. In fact, I think we passed similar notes.
I just hope for your sake it wasn’t J.K. training.