Eye Yam Sofa King Thai Erred

Twenty-four hours of training in two days; goddamn I'm tired. Before you start thinking of me as a chiseled Grecian god, let me say that it wasn't physical training, it was brain training. It wasn't hard, per se, just tiring. Out of the 20 people there, I was the only one with experience so I was chomping at the bit and bored out of my mind 95% of the time. What made it worse is that I was hobbled by my "partner". The proctor said, "If he doesn't pass, you don't pass." Ah hell. So I spent 12 hours yesterday trying to teach a 50-year old man with a rusty education how to do pre-algebra. Oh man, oh man, oh man. By the end of the day I was about ready to snap. You can't teach an old dog new tricks! Oh, and since the training was taking place about 80 miles out-of-town, my company had given us money for a hotel and food and all that. I'd made it clear I wasn't sticking around, but all day my partner kept asking if I was gonna stay. Like hell I was gonna waste my Saturday night in some tiny motel room hammering math into his thick skull, or if I wasn't doing that, I'd have to go drinking with the other trainees and chase tail all night. No thank you!
I hauled butt back to Austin and got there in time to catch the tail-end of the ACDF Bowling thingie. The more energetic people of the group stuck around, we went for food and yakked in various parking lots, since some people were broke and there wasn't really anywhere to go for free. By about 1 a.m. I hit my limit and had to call it quits.
Six a.m. today I was back in San Antonio, slowly losing my mind and coming down with a cold from staying out in the cold and rain last night. [One cool thing about the training is that the proctor was the guy who invented the machine and wrote the book on it, literally. It'd be like going to do your driver's license road test, and the examiner happens to be Mario Andretti (or whatever, I don't know racing, but you get the idea).] Twelve hours later, at the end of the day, we take the test. I'm done in 25 minutes, first one done (later on, my score turns out to be 100). During my drive home, my partner calls me. "Blahblahblah, I did about half the test and then said, 'Fuck it' and just gave it to the teacher. I failed."
Aggh! I wasted my whole weekend! No cosplay, hardly any fun, and nasal congestion! This blows! I'm going to bed!