training pants.

The only work training I can think of that I'd truly enjoy is one that involved baking cupcakes. Unfortunately the training I attended today involved nothing of the like. In fact, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into when I was voluntold to go. No, instead of whipping up deliciousness, I was learning how to prevent crises from occurring in the workplace. By crises, I'm talking about people throwing things, choking people, biting, etc. And my job? Deflect. Deflect. Deflect. Granted, I'm sure it would have been much more engaging had I not been sitting there thinking about all of the awesome time I could have been spending with my mom, buuuttttt instead I was doing all I could not to allow my disdain to seep into my facial expressions or body language. Easier said than done.

Luckily we were provided workbooks, the perfect attention-grabber. Mine's now filled full with unimpressive doodles and semi-legible notes. There was ONE thing, however, that nabbed my undivided attention. It was this hot mess of a picture:

HOT pants! Considering how much I love a great pair of high pants, this picture really did the trick to fully engage me in the class. If not for this picture, I probably wouldn't know how to defend myself against an attacker now. Lucky me.