Work

So I'm slowly dipping my toes in this site, looking around for interesting-seeming communities and individual diarists. Maybe you're reading this and you're one of the people whose name I added? If so, hi. Or if you happen to just be passing by, hi too.

Yesterday was tied up with a training session at work. There's a list of subjects in which all employees have to undergo annual mandatory training. After a decade of doing this, it gets a bit wearing. There's no point in moaning about it, though, as that changes nothing. We even had to do  a  basic English and maths test this time around, as an intro. to undergoing additional courses which we've all been "volunteered" for by our employer. The subjects are all work-related but it's bit of an imposition seeing  as we have to complete these in our own time, and to a deadline.

A colleague laughed aloud. "What's the point of me doing this," she asked, "when I'm due to retire soon?"

No rational answer was forthcoming, and she's still lumbered with having to complete the courses.

Don't think I'm complaining about my job, though. I genuinely enjoy my work. It's a fun place to work, my colleagues are pleasant. The work itself can be rewarding and interesting. The annual round of training's a pain, but such is life.