crap, I'm tired of crap.

We have this thing at work called the SOP - Standard Operating Procedure - which we have to follow.  I'm convinced it was written by a bunch of blind monkeys lawyers who were locked in a room with typewriters.  Today we spent an hour - an hour - debating one paragraph of instruction.  Excuse me while I sit in the corner with a half-brick in a sock and beat myself over the head.  I wonder if I could possibly convince my co-workers that it would be a fine rebellion if, when invited to do 'training' and SOP discussion, we all sat and refused to speak.  It would get it over with a lot quicker.  All we have to do is remember to use the absolute most complicated, convoluted, time-consuming possible way to do something, and that's what the upper management will want.  The only way to make our point is to have bags miss their flights.  Sorry, traveling public, this is what we have to do in order to make anyone see sense.  Please complain, it's the only way things will change. 

And then I come home and have a debate with eor about this kid who took an abandoned school bus and saved a bunch of people from New Orleans, and is now in jail for it.  I still think he did the right thing, and I don't think Eor actually disagrees with me, he just feels a need to debate other sides.  Normally I don't mind debate with Eor - gotta do something to keep the brain flexible - but I'm just really debated out, after losing that hour to frikkin blah blah blah about SOP.  I poured myself a stiff drink. 

I just needed to vent.  Now I think I might be able to sleep.