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derien travelled 0.94 miles on the journey from Bag End to Rivendell.
Continued on the journey to Rivendell
A total of 4.99 miles along the way.
Generated by Eor's Walk Tool inspired by Eowyn Challenge.net
Walked on the treadmill in my fuzzy sheepskin slippers while reading "Post Captain," so didn't make much speed or distance, but at least I got a little warmed up, as I had been very cold. (Last time I walked for five minutes less, but went two tenths of a mile further and burned more than twice as many calories because I cranked the incline and speed up at intervals.)
I am a little less depressed than I was yesterday. Obama has another four years, same-sex marriage passed (yay! I'm very proud of my state - Maine is THE first state to actually pass same-sex marriage by popular vote, rather than legislation. I think the advertisement made by the firefighters was a great idea, although possibly it was that old dude who was the clincher. :))
At work I got my newbie mostly settled in, and Moose seems to be holding the current class together okay by himself. Although he is finishing it too quickly. I'm worried about the long-term effects of this, since sometimes training departments do get audited and if you haven't been giving your people the full time allotted for a class that is not looked kindly upon. The scheduling guy actually laughed in my face and said, "don't pull my leg!" when I insisted, today, that this is a six-hour class. I don't fucking appreciate that kind of rudeness, and after he left I hissed at Moose that I was going to hit him for having set up that expectation.
The scheduling guy is sort of an interim manager for us at the moment, and he's amazingly rude to me at least once every day, and that's probably at least partly to blame for me really getting so depressed, lately. I'm always taken aback by it, because it seems to come out of nowhere, as far as I can see, and I don't have a good way to turn it aside or counteract it. I'm not any good at dealing with people. Thus far I just sort of gawp like a fish and try to ignore it and continue on, but one day I might lose it. I really hope we get a real manager, soon. One who actually knows something about how training is supposed to work.
derien travelled 0.94 miles on the journey from Bag End to Rivendell.Continued on the journey to Rivendell
A total of 4.99 miles along the way.
Generated by Eor's Walk Tool inspired by Eowyn Challenge.net
Walked on the treadmill in my fuzzy sheepskin slippers while reading "Post Captain," so didn't make much speed or distance, but at least I got a little warmed up, as I had been very cold. (Last time I walked for five minutes less, but went two tenths of a mile further and burned more than twice as many calories because I cranked the incline and speed up at intervals.)
I am a little less depressed than I was yesterday. Obama has another four years, same-sex marriage passed (yay! I'm very proud of my state - Maine is THE first state to actually pass same-sex marriage by popular vote, rather than legislation. I think the advertisement made by the firefighters was a great idea, although possibly it was that old dude who was the clincher. :))
At work I got my newbie mostly settled in, and Moose seems to be holding the current class together okay by himself. Although he is finishing it too quickly. I'm worried about the long-term effects of this, since sometimes training departments do get audited and if you haven't been giving your people the full time allotted for a class that is not looked kindly upon. The scheduling guy actually laughed in my face and said, "don't pull my leg!" when I insisted, today, that this is a six-hour class. I don't fucking appreciate that kind of rudeness, and after he left I hissed at Moose that I was going to hit him for having set up that expectation.
The scheduling guy is sort of an interim manager for us at the moment, and he's amazingly rude to me at least once every day, and that's probably at least partly to blame for me really getting so depressed, lately. I'm always taken aback by it, because it seems to come out of nowhere, as far as I can see, and I don't have a good way to turn it aside or counteract it. I'm not any good at dealing with people. Thus far I just sort of gawp like a fish and try to ignore it and continue on, but one day I might lose it. I really hope we get a real manager, soon. One who actually knows something about how training is supposed to work.
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