So the site turned 2 years old a few days ago. I completely missed it. I didn’t get it a card. Nor a cake (and I like cake!). When I logged in this evening, it looked at me unloved. I tried to explain that I don’t care, but it wasn’t having any of it. So I bought flowers. Honestly, this site HAS to be a woman. If it was a bloke, the conversation would have gone:
Man: Umm…you forgot my birthday.
Other Man: Shut up you whinging idiot!
Man: Sorry dude. Beer? My shout.
And that would have been it. No flowers. No chocolates and no being reminded everytime I log on for the next 6 months. So anyway. The site is 2 years and some days old. Whoopeedoo. I would write some spiel about how it has changed since it turned one, but it hasn’t. I would say I have great plans for the future. I do. But not with this site. So they aren’t worth mentioning. But I still have you guys. The readers. I would share the love around, but some of you are married while others are plainly not my type. So instead, lets talk about something completely different. Here we go.
I once filled in a bit of paper which I selected A,B,C,D to a few questions (I would give you more information, but honestly, I wasn’t paying attention then…how the hell will I be able to tell you 6 years later?) and at the end, a smart little cookie was able to tell me that my best way of learning was by doing, not by watching/listening.
I am not too sure I needed to do a test to find that out. If I think about my favourite things, I am 100% ALWAYS more inclined to do, than to watch or listen. Yeah sure, sometimes watching is all you have (or listening if you are a young man with some raging hormones and the couple next door are going at it so you have your ear pinned to the wall. Not me obviously…but someone must. Right?) , but the practical….MUCH more fun. Unless of course it is open stomach surgery on a man that has been eating live worms…I mean I have limits.
Therefore, with this in mind, 3 days of lectures followed by an exam was never really going to end well for me.
Not that I wasn’t paying attention or anything, but on the morning of day 3, I missed a complete module because my mind was elsewhere. As were my notes.
I am not kidding. There was an hour where he (the lecturer from hell who spent more time talking about his colon than ITIL – Look it up if you are insanely bored) was supposed to be going over something I had NO idea about. And in 3 hours time we had the exam. Do I come back to work with my tail between my legs because I failed, or come back and bask in my reflective glory at how I passed an easy exam? So yeah. My notes had some numbers on. Times. Times from my training runs. Times I need to do set races (10K, Half Marathons etc) in order to get the time I want for the marathon. My head was alive with thinking. Just none of it was about whatever the hell thing he was talking about. Until I heard the words “…and that should be what you need to know come the exam!”. At that point I thought “Shit! What did he say? I should probably get a coffee. And some packs of those complimentary biscuits they leave out. Jammie dodgers maybe.”
So yeah. Passed the exam. Me. A braindead halfwit. Says something about the exam! Or my ability to just choose B for every answer!
And that’s all I got for ya for now because…well…I wont lie, you are looking awful. You should get more sleep and stop reading this crap. It’s almost Christmas afterall. You need to look your best for the parties, and well…I think it is a little late for you, but you can at least make a little effort.
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