And if I catch you coming round here again, I'm gonna serve it you

I had a couple of days training at work this week. Now, work isn't something I like to talk about; it's nothing to do with who I am, it's just a pay packet that gets me what I want. I could give it up now that we've paid off our mortgage, but I have some plans that require a good bit of cash still coming in, and my work isn't terribly taxing nor soul destroying. (I have a mixed role of data entry and admin in a warehouse) I can wear what I want, generally work autonomously, and occasionally get to drive a forklift. Anyways, I digress.

I need some fun and laughs in my day to day, and this training was rather dry and eye glazing...doesn't help that I'm just not good in a stuffy room with someone talking at me. So when we were able to offer ideas for improving the course, I perked up like a cat getting a shot of catnip up the bum. I think I'm onto some grand ideas here; perhaps you'll agree....

My proposals: The tutor would garner more attention if dressed like a clown. We should all be in fancy dress. Fear is a good motivator-a few wild animals prowling around the room would keep us very motivated indeed. Tequila shots on the hour, every hour A dance-o-mat in the center of the room where we throw our best moves as the feeling takes us. A paddle pool full of custard for when it all gets too much. There were a few other nuggets of brilliance, but I've forgotten them now.

I have to admit, being in a room with people who take their career very seriously inspires my sense of the ridiculous. Shit stirrer, moi?! Quite possibly.......

Wearing: Frock-70's square dance, from a market last weekend Jacket-70's, opshopped a few years ago Belt-a garage sale tights-retail Shoes-retail Handbag-60's, vintage shop in Portland, Oregon Bow-made it myself out of a scrap of crimplene Necklace-60's, a market last year in Wellington Earrings-from the sexacious Desiree Sunglasses-Catch a Thief
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