So sorry to hear about your forced PC training today. I have no doubt that you are now well placed to become a door greeting at a large department store which shall remain nameless.
As someone who works in the not-for-profit environment, I can certainly relate. In addition to all of the expensive paper containing my various designations, I have many, many diplomas from such "complaince" training (I'm saving it all in the event I ever get a bird...).
JJs workplace (a security company) is also going through an "image makeover" and he is getting tons of (what he calls) bumf with all this sort of jargon. You can only imagine how impressed he is with that. The latest missive was a "how do you really feel?" questionnaire together with a big box with photos of trees taking up half a page to give the message "Support our greening initiative - allow us to correspond with you by Email instead. We require that you provide us with your Email address on or before 30 November 2007."
WELL.
As you can imagine, this provoked quite the rant. It started off as "As far as I'm concerrrrrrned, they can uproot all those trrrrrees and stick them up their collective arses...and how many bloody trrrees have they killed thus far to send me a bunch o' this crrrap... Ah tell yew...". It is still continuing.
They did not get JJs Email address (he doesn't actually have one). Instead, they got a very very strong letter indeed - drafted by His Master's Voice and taken in person to his head office before he went to work this morning.
Oh - as for your training -sometimes it's better to subvert from within. You can really use that nonsense to play some mighty head games.
And - I went back to the LYS today (surprise surprise). Escaped relatively unscathed - two skeins of Super 10:
... and the IK mag from Winter 2005. Oh, and three FREE pattern books!! :-)When are you coming up for our yarncrawl? - might want to save it until spring at this point. Today we had a freak snowstorm where it was actually snowing SIDEWAYS. Spooky.
Non illegitimi carborundum (don't let the bastards grind you down...) and goddess-speed with the beret!
Cheers,
Kristina
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