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So today was training for this whole refit/transformation/whatthehell we've got going on at work at the moment. We're basically running half a shop right now: the other half is a building site. It's going to look nice when it's done, though, all the gadgets out on display and everything shiny.

But first, got to get through four days of What's Happening and How To Sell and blah.

Thought I'd liven things up a bit. Walked in with my Shadow hat on. XD The gang from work were amused, at least, whole point. One of the lads decided to mess around with it later on in the day. (For added irony points, the guy's name's Leon.)
So far so good, and overall, the training wasn't so bad; not too many buzzwords, plenty of activities that didn't suck, including an impromptu mini Dragon's Den deal. Our group had to try and sell a hypothetical waterproof TV to the 'dragon' aka the trainer. Another had an internet enabled watch. ...They had most of the group at 'brofist to brofist music sharing'.
That was all okay.

Had hat on when walking to car park, though, and I'm reminded how chavvish our home town is. A couple of random trolls - really, that's the best word for them - ran past and grabbed it, chucking it in the road: luckily, it was just a side street they did that on. I swore and glared at 'em, but they cleared off fast enough to save their nuts. As I was waiting for my lift, they drove past with a call which I'd prefer to describe in asterisks. That earned them a look, a tongue pulled, and fingers flicked. Couldn't be bothered sparing more brain cells than that.
Seriously. What possesses people to act like that? Sigh.