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....
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?!
Frock-70's square dance, from a market last weekend
Jacket-70's, opshopped a few years ago
Belt-a garage sale
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