“Trainin’ Day”

At work and Mandatory, pronounced “Man-DATE-ory’ – (shudder) I wanted to club myself to death at one point so boring and repetitive was it and am afraid I did a lot of eye-rolling. Rather rude. The only way to divert myself was to volunteer to be the pretend, sick person in the hoist. I lay down gratefully and shut my eyes felt my colleagues fastening straps around me, heard various pullings of velcro and was hoisted up in the air slowly across the room from bed to chair but at least I got a few seconds kip laying flat on the hospital bed.