I think by time Friday finally gets here, I'll either be gray-haired, bald, or ready to go on a murderous rampage. My boss was supposed to be spending this week in training on how to run queries and reports in our database system (training we were supposed to get in December, but were screwed out of). However, she had some things come up this week and so I'm stuck taking the course instead. I think Hitler devised the conference call training session as a cruel and unusual torture to put the Jews through. Yesterday was pretty bad, today has been awful. If this trend continues, I'll be gnawing off my arm by friday so I won't be able to do computer work anymore. Luckily I can set the phone to mute and watch episodes of Sealab 2021 while watching the presentation. <insert shotgun blast to face>
It's not a toy. It makes real cupcakes with a 40-watt bulb. And there's icing packets. But the secret ingredient is love, damnit.
At some point in the near future, I need to make a jaunt to a bookstore. My time needs to either be devoted to reading, or I'm going to continue pestering people to hang out to the point of becoming a nuisance. ;)
I'd opened the client with an intention to write something pithy and intelligent, but training devoured enough braincells that I've forgotten what that was. Damn. The. Man.