Happy
There are many things that cause happiness to swell inside me. Here is one of those things:
Dave from Blogography is going to have an Austin Event! Now I gotta get prepared. My list so far includes, in no particular order:
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Golden Oreos
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Finding the nearest Johnny Rockets
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Suggesting potential meeting spots: The Oasis, Iguana Grill, Eddie V’s, Freda’s seafood grill, Baby A’s, Hula Hut, Trudy’s
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A special “proselyte to Wayne about Macintosh” session
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Making sure my camera is fixed by then so I can do a special DITL (”Dave In The Life”)
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Obtain a Psychlo uniform so I can dress up as Terl (as played by John Travolta) in Battlefield Earth.
Not Happy
Then there are the things that DO NOT cause me to swell up with happiness.
One of those things are insane required sexual harassment courses that assume everyone reads at a 3rd grade level

The thing is blinking in red at me and YELLING (do you see the exclamation mark, or is that just my imagination?) to slow down because I took 56 minutes doing what would be optimal to do in 60 minutes.
So us speed readers end up writing blog entries on the side in between slides. This causes me to appear more “normal” to the training-bot.

Whew.
Question: why doesn’t it berate me for being SLOWER than Optimal? Why are the overachievers the only one who get the negative feedback?
Someday it’s going to use the embedded camera in the computer and notice me rolling my eyes, yawning and calling my coworkers my beyotch (especially the HOT chick down the hall) and then flash a picture of some nice boobs at me, and the camera will notice my eyes looking at the picture, and then automatically file a complaint electronically. Isn’t technology grand?











