are you learning anything? cause I went to training today on a system that I figured out 10 minutes into it. The trainer did not have full access to the system, so could not show us some of the stuff that we needed, and we discovered when we got there that there are two different systems -- we have passwords/knowledge of Xsystem, we were being trained on XWeb system, so our password were useless, and we couldn't do any hands on stuff. Waste. of time. (and I was so annoyed when I left that I forgot that I'd parked my car on the street, so I haven't put money in the meter since 10AM)
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lyra Jane - I'm sorry; much job-ma to you.
You look like you know things.
People need to learn that just because I know where I'm going doesn't mean I know where they're going. And the only reason why I know where I'm going is because the Internets give driving directions.
They should ask the Internets.
I'm learning some. It'd be more, but I'm sorely distracted, even without the Internets. The 'Nets just mean I'm not bored and distracted. It's not the material or the presenter. It's my brane's fault.
And now, with heavy heart, for I fear I know what sadness lies ahead, I tune in to 24.
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Hubby has heart surgery tomorrow. It's not the sort you see on TV, with machines circulating the blood for him and his ribs . . . well, it's not like that.
A very strange but reportedly brilliant Chinese doctor will send a catheter with a laser up into his heart, looking for the portion that's throwing off the heart rhythm so he can burn it out and let the fully-functioning back up rhythm sections take control. Afterwards, we can begin getting my husband off some of those fucking drugs.
I am nauseous with stress. So's he. A little bit of ~ma Utah-wards, please.
Oh, connie, sounds scary. Much heart-ma to your Hubs, and peace-ma to both of you. Plus, some extra-special-skill-ma to the docs.
((Connie))
Connie, I don't need my portion of loved-ones-who-are-heart-patients~ma, so you may have every last bit of mine. (And I have a pretty hefty portion, believe me.)