Nicely put, Steve.
That's EXACTLY what I would've said.
I just woke up from a nap, which I took right after getting home from work.
Work was okay, not as bad as I thought it would be.
The managers and the trainers are really outgoing and are excited about what they do.
So, exact opposite of me.
The first thing we did was divide into 4 groups, or "families" as we came to be called: the Huxtables, the Simpsons, the Bundys (or is that Bundies?), and the family we should all strive to be, the Osbornes.
The leaders had already chosen the families before, and I ended up as a Simpson.
Random Thought: Dammit. I wish my dad was Ozzy Osborne. How cool is that? Someone annoys me at school. I tell him, "My dad is Ozzy Osborne. He's the prince of darkness. You wanna see him bite off your dog's head? Then chill out, dickwad. Hasta la vista baby."
Back to the program.
So I'm in the Simpsons.
They asked us a few questions regarding Islands and its policies and yadda yadda yadda... which we had to answer to get "bonus bucks."
These "bonus bucks" were to be counted up at the end of training and the family with the most bucks, yup you guessed it, wins a prize!!!
Kill me. Kill me now.
After that shenanigan, we divided up into 3 groups for classes.
Okay you don't want to hear about the classes.
Long story short: they lasted over 4 hours.
Then I came home.
And I didn't even tell you about the uniform.
That's for another day.
I'm too tired.
My cousin Denise is here.
Hahaha I can't ever say "cousin Denise" with a straight face.
Now we're gonna see "Never Been Kissed."
It's the best movie, she says.
And she hasn't even seen it yet.
It baffles me.
As long as Jessica Alba's in it, I'll watch it.
I'm sure it baffles you.