Resentful.

I have no Friday Frivolity. Well, I might. But right now am feeling resentful. Because work is bad. Work is real bad. Work is having worked 45 hours by Thursday, a mind-numbing conference on Friday and making...because am a trainee...an insulting amount of money. Seriously. Insulting.

So hate work right now. Going to go live on a deserted island. With coconuts. That require no cracking. And bananas that don't give you woolly potassium mouth. And sun that does not give you cancer. This is obviously a very good plan. Well thought out.

Pleh.

I am going to go console myself with cookies.

Gutter

Is it bad that I chuckled at this? (Fanny would say it's probably a sign of my lack of social interactions in general)

Presenter:

25% come fairly regularly. They need little effort to make them come.

50% come more than once. They need some help, some assistance but they come more than once.

And the other 25% never come at all. And I mean never. No matter how much you coax them or give then incentives. I often want to ask them how they feel about this but I don't want to put them on the spot. There must be some serious reason why they can't come and I think they need some help there. I'm sure they want to come but they just don't seem able to.

In case yous are wondering where I was, it was a conference on increasing attendance.