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Had a ridiculously boring and horrendously inconvenient mandatory 'training session' at work today. As if I didn't have 400 other things to complete before the end of the year. Apparently some idiot, somewhere, at some time, wrote something in an email that got the company into trouble... So, in their infinite wisdom and instead of just firing the guilty imbecile, the morons in charge force us all to attend 'Effective Business Communication Training'. Oh, please! News flash, dipshit: I am perfectly capable of making complete sentences on my own and really don't need you telling me how to be concise and direct. While we're on the subject, I'm also perfectly aware that even though this is a multi-billion dollar corporation, the IT department is full of fools and your servers suck so bad a 10 year old could hack them. Therefore, I seriously don't need this colossal waste of time for some over-enthusiastic corporate nitwit to inform me that I shouldn't include sensitive or proprietary information in email.

I guess my views on the matter were pretty thinly veiled when I stepped up to the corporate cheerleader, otherwise known as yet another twit from Human Resources, handing out cheesy little name tags for this fiasco when he asked in an overly cheery voice, "And what should your name tag say?"

My response: "Grumpy Bastard"

And I've got a sneaking suspicion that this weekend is going to royally suck, too. Sometimes I just want to tell the whole world to