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Wuzzles, wuzzles, wuzzles, WUZZLES!!! The training is so dumb. The training is so pointless. You know the training is so long just so more people can be employed training us. It's all wuzzles, riddles, and silly games that do nothing for our cyberrep skills. There is the awful smell of Big Mac coming from only a few feet away. The woman eating the cardboard boxed "sandwhich" as she calls it, is talking on the phone with her mouth full and making the sickest eating noises ever. My urbanhonking.com partner being here makes it so nice. I can just go downstairs on break and chat with him, and smile big and discuss those who will become part of our underground cyberrep society. There is the one girl who sits by the wall with the frazzled hair and the punk rawk socks. There is a new girl who wears a studded belt. There is the guy in my class who I just found out came to the last show at my house. There is an underground cyberrep army. The participants don't know it...but they will. |