I get asked questions I don't know the answers to.
I go to my boss to get answers that I barely understand.
I try to remember what I'm told well enough to communicate it to other people, but it seems silly to have me as the middleman in these exchanges.
I don't care about this stuff. I don't care whether compositors get their files in Word or PDF format. Apart from being concerned for the trees, I don't care whether an Instructor's Resource Manual is printed or only released electronically.
I don't want to be here.
Just reading the phrase "Instructor's Resource Manual" makes me shiver. You have my genuine sympathy. If it hadn't been for you and the rest of our old group, I don't know what I would have done to get through those years. (Drowned my boredom and frustration in Nintendo games? Booze? Both? ;))
ReplyDeleteI'm told alcohol and Wii ain't a bad combo.
ReplyDeleteOMG! Yes, you need Drunk Wii Night at the Burns house!!!
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