Company Lifers

We successfully departed the bus and managed to find our way to the next secret location of training. The material in these sessions were as dry as having a mouthful of flour. My head nods up and down, but there are only 7 other people sitting cross legged, in an actual classroom that is taught in, so I could only get away with my ten second micronaps. I read through the alphabet and other colourful posters around the classroom about 80 times to try to stay awake. We were made to read up to 20 pages of homework each night, again on the most dullest, most common sensical material on the planet, such as: if a child does not want to participate in a game do not force them, encourage them on for half a minute and then continue on with the other students in the game, which was read out to us word for word! Even recollecting this stuff now is putting me in a sleep coma (maybe I've found the cure to insomnia, this company's training manual for teaching English)!

Real life people more disturbing
than the movie "Requiem for a Dream."

Our trainer that we had day in and day out (sigh) was only getting worse. Not only could he embody a full-on child (which is disturbing in itself), when demonstrating what a child might do in an acting out of a classroom situation, he seemed to be getting more and more excited about the material as we went on. The amount of wedgies and bullying this guy must have gone through as a child, was so apparent that the permanent psychological socially awkward effect was in full inflammation! He was a company lifer, as I've dubbed him, he breathed in and out the joy for working for a company, that he knew bullied him around and kept him well underpaid and respected. He even got on with Big B (if that was proof in itself for his LBH (recap: Loser Back Home blog) status)! It was cringing to hear some of the things he said, but at least the cringing part kept me awake at parts. I'd nod off, then wake up to him making heavy breathing noises and nearly bouncing off the wall in excitement for working at this company.  It did unfortunately, keep my mind occupied in imagining how people like him function in day-to-day living. I'd imagine this 90lb scronny man about 5'2 bouncing off the wall at a grocery store: "Gee boy only $15 for all these groceries, oh golly gee its my lucky day!" ....Cringe! There are things in life that are more disturbing than the most graphic horror movies.