July 29, 2009

BleEEeeaAuurghH!

As a server of intoxicating adult beverages, every two years or so I have to renew my alcohol seller's certification. Thanks to modern technology, I can do this in the comfort of my own home (hooray). Unfortunately, that adds up to around four hours of redundant, confusing, contradictory, condescending, vague horseshit. Not only that, but much of it is horseshit that I generally don't agree with.

Today was the day that I renewed my holy, booze-spewing vows to a faceless enforcement agency and let me tell you, I was unhappy about it. I look forward to this little ritual as much as I look forward to, say, having teeth pulled... or forced enemas... it's that bad. I don't recall any other activites involving computers and sitting that make me scream and holler as much as taking my certification course apparently does. I'm glad I was home alone so there was no one to hear my cries of "No fucking way!" "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" "Bullshit!" and the ever popular "What the fuck!?" along with all the absurd variations of those phrases that I come up with out of boredom and hatred.

I would try to explain in more detail the whys and whats that make me so frustrated/crazy about this process, but my wounds are too fresh and raw for me to put it all in proper perspective. And really, this has got to be one of the most boring ideas for a blog post that I have ever had.

Because I feel badly for having put you guys through all of my grousing, here is a linky for you. Once again, I am smacking you in the face with some Thrones, if you want it. I suggest you take me up on it.

1 comment:

sturgis said...

Black Blade used to be mandatory earphone music on my bike.