Randomness: Headphones and a laps of reason

Do you get the chance to listen to headphones, more specifically at work?
Sitting here now in the 8th day of training we are going through transfers and I have headphones on. Thank goodness for that too. If not for them I would be driven completely mad by the unintelligent questioning and meaningless banter given to cover the blatant stupidity of my fellow classmates. Yet here I am listening to music and I get caught up in the moment from time to time. So much so that I have to hold very hard to my vocal cords and not speak out loud.
I have this habit of mocking things I find silly, dumb, or of less then meaningless value. So obviously I mock a LOT of commercials. I catch myself almost mocking out loud the commercials flowing into my ears through the headphones.

Under normal circumstances this would be of little to no consequence but I don’t see it being such a good idea to startle the class with a quick mocking of the exaggerated "YAHOO!!!" from the yahoo music advertisements. Oh the struggles of being me. LoL..

Thanks for reading.


Well I think its time to take a bathroom vacation… I mean break.


PS. Here is a funny:


Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table; he
looks into his small bowl. It's empty. "Who's been eating my
porridge?!!" he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the table and sits in his big chair. He looks into
his big bowl, and it's also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!"
he roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and
yells, "How many times do we have to go through this with you idiots?
It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone
in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear
who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away,
it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch
the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the table, it was Momma
Bear who put the cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled
the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag
your sorry bear-asses downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with
your grumpy presence, listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one
more time:

"I HAVEN'T MADE THE ^&$#@! PORRIDGE YET !!!