Training

Today I had to sit through 90 minutes of email ettiquette training.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Why do I need email training? As if I didn't have enough sense in my head to know not to cuss out students, or be rude to those above me.
Why did I have to do this? Well, I could say that some idiot I work with suggested it would be good idea, but I won't say that. I'll just say some idiot robbed me of time that I can't get back.
On my death bed I will be thinking, that 90 minutes I wasted in fucking email training I could have been: running, laughing, reading, writing, walking, jumping, eating...basically living. What I did in there was not living. That was existing. I don't know which part was the worst: the make-shift name tags, UMUC notebooks, reading sample emails aloud, or the fact that the idiot!!! who was the reason we were all there in the first place had almost nothing to say. This (choose your own explitive) was there kind of sunk down in the chair. I refused to be lost in the email world of hierachies and horizontal/vertical communication. It was my fucking time, so I wrote out ideas for short stories that I could work out. I also wrote this really quickly....

Walls close in around me in a room I can't escape.
I've been imprisoned by a sycophant's idiocy,
minutes of my life I can't get back are being wasted listening to information I don't need.
Refuse to be robbed completely and rebel with my pen.
The time is my own, and now I make it stand still.

Right. Then I started thinking about stories I could write. I was also batting thoughts of murder around my mind, but nothing serious. The best part was that after this, I got an email from this individual that was so horrible I had to read it to my coworkers. Ok, first of all no greeting, vague subject line etc. Hello, I just wasted fucking 90 minutes of my life somewhere I didn't want to to be, because of something you thought was good idea, and you can't even apply what you supposedly just learned? Buggery bollocks, what was the fucking point? I was ready to kick this person in between the eyes. I think that would have made me feel better. But instead I chose to write, because everyone works with someone like this. And I do feel better now.