Gah. Training.

Ahhhh, training. When I hear the word "training," I don't think of playing with the ice cream machines at Goodberry's, or learning how to count your drawer at a retailer, or even anything to do with trains... I think of being pelted with buzzwords so potent that I can almost feel them hammering against my eardrums like trance bass - deliverable, milestone, verifiable, quantifiable, monetization, performance management, engagement development, BAH BAH BAH. My office has spent hundreds of dollars, if not thousands, formally training me for hundreds and hundreds of hours since I finished my master's degree three years ago. I try not to cower under the relentless barrage of italicized words, which are much sharper than regular words but considerably less substantial than bolded, italicized words. Let's not even talk about bold, italicized, underlined words. ::shudder::

Training is the reason for me braving the frozen wastelands to get into the office this morning. Nobody is downtown except for my team. It costs thousands of dollars to have us trained, probably more than it'd cost to repair a bent rim or replace a few mailboxes that may possibly be plowed into as a result for our team being on the roads. Freezing rain is forecast for tonight, which means more ice skating tomorrow morning because of TRAINING.