Moby keeping an eye on the dog with someone out in the parking.
Attended Skills Day, which is the mandatory, all day, meeting to keep us up on health and safety issues. So, there is a point, essentially. Originally, we got a very silly "invitation" to attend, with a request that we wear "colorful beach attire!" This got nixed the day before, as, apparently, cooler heads prevailed. I'd certainly never intended to wear anything colorful at all, but a few people were disappointed. Although I'm always a bit glad to have my hair down, and not tied back tight under a hat, all day long.
The first two sessions were useful, and the breakfast was rather impressive, with a lot of fruit and cheese, croissants and ham, although I'd eaten breakfast before, so it took until after the second meeting to want to eat at all. But I did stash a good half dozen of the little cheese rounds for later.
Then, the TWO HOUR seminar on communication styles. Sitting next to a woman with no sense of body space, one of those people who, on the train, would constantly bump and shift. I held my arm in, kept apologizing when she bumped me, which did no good whatsoever, of course. So I explained to the very nice woman on the other side of me, and got up, hit the restroom, and found another seat at about the one hour mark. So glad, since Mrs. Bump went on to become the Classhole, during the interactive section, took over the discussion, since she could obviously teach this better than our presenters.
The premise of the Communication Styles was pretty off as well. A lot of superlatives and absolutes were flung around about people who were Organizers or Inventors, and I had equal scores in both, with the next two styles very close behind. Extremes such as they portray, are, I think, pretty rare. And most people, at least as they get older, moderate. These are tendencies, not absolutes. I'm not engaging because it all seems out of proportion. The headache pressurizing my sinuses is increasing.
Good speaker on emergency preparedness, asked about The 3 C's. I corrected him, it was the Seven Seas. Put my head down and slapped my own hand, which made S giggle in her infectious way. The speaker laughed at me laughing, "You thought that was pretty good."
"No," I said, with a gesture of verbal vomiting, "it just came out."
I apologized to him after, but he assured me he thought it was funny. Any day I can make someone laugh is just not an irredeemably bad day.
So, unbound hair, stolen cheese, good enough food, including lunch, and a short day. All in all, could have been so much worse. Almost got enough sleep last night as well.
Then, then, an even better surprize, as I read the Carolyn Hax. This week she's published reader's advice. A while ago, one of my emails was used on one of these weeks. Today, another one, which I slowly recognized as I read it. (Second one on the page.)
Gilding the lily, it was also the inspiration for the cartoon. This just makes my day. Thanks Nick.