That's Just Who I Am...That's My Training

1.  I just got through with a Risk Management training.  It was outstanding.  Mostly because the instructor kept telling us how he'd position himself in a restaurant to make sure he'd have optimal viewing radius.  You know, to scope out the weirdos who might have guns and stuff.  Then he kept saying, "Man, I can't help it.  I have to see the whole room.  It's just my training."  Um.  Your training?  Because it says right here in your biography that you have a degree in Human Resources.  Are they now teaching spy tactics and giving weapons training to Human Resource students?  I knew I should have changed my major.

2.  I couldn't wait to get out of that class...mostly because I'd thrown up my breakfast and had neglected to bring a snack to class to compensate for it.  Sorry, bucko, but the pregnant one needs a little break to run down to the Kiosk for some Doritos.

3.  In order to go to the class, I had to drive my car all the way to work and then board a van full of my co-workers to drive back to the building where it was held.  Why can't I just drive straight there?  And why do I have to be at work 15 minutes early to board the van when everyone else shows up 30 seconds before we pull out?

4.  And as long as we're talking about ridiculousness, let's talk about "bereavement leave".  Husband's grandmother passed away yesterday.  Her funeral is Friday.  I told my boss that I wanted to go.  Get this:  in order to get the morning off for a funeral, I have to have a piece of paperwork signed by my supervisor, his supervisor, the supervisor's supervisor's boss, and THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY.  I also must include a funeral program and an obituary.  Apparently people around here are always going to "funerals" that don't really exist. 

5.  I hate binders now.  I used to love them, but I can't anymore.  Because organizing other people's binders is pretty much all I do all day long now.  My boss has a set of binders.  The project manager has a set of binders.  I have my own set of files.  It's basically a set of all paperwork in triplicate.  It would make sense if each person kept their own file organized, but when it's me that's doing all of it and I'm the only one who can find anything because of it, it ceases to make sense in my head.  Why can't we just have one central file?