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Onions.

I leave you this week with a picture of the prize-winning onions at a village fête. Not our village fête, some other village fête from a couple of weeks ago. I’m sure these onions could tell us a tale of bitter rivalries and seething hatreds.

I spent my whole day doing something terribly familiar — attending pointless work-related training courses. Three of ’em. Data protection and workplace safety and the like. Yippee! I was afraid those old cubicle-monkey braincells would never come in handy again.

We’re expecting the ass-end of hurricane Bertha to dump on us this weekend. Oh, well…we need the rain desperately. Good weekend, all!

Comments


Comment from Can’t Hark My Cry
Time: August 8, 2014, 11:16 pm

I sort of like the conversational-grouping effect of the manner in which the onions are arranged. Tales to tell, indeed!

Which ones won? Or is it the whole table, in which case, what on earth was the category? Acoz it looks like there are several different varieties there.


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: August 8, 2014, 11:26 pm

What? No Sex Harassment training? That’s the highlight of training seminars. PPT slides describing what it is, an HR rep describing the penalties, and even a movie.

Our movie was very up to date. Showed the “classic” boss-man hitting on young females. But also had a woman boss insisting that her young male subordinate do “extra work” for her. And, a gay boss (in the loading docks, of course) making “suggestive” remarks to the pallet mover.

It doesn’t get any better than such a movie at a cube farm. Pure entertainment – even the HR rep knows it stupid. Just don’t laugh out loud.


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 9, 2014, 12:11 am

The ribbon in the upper right is blue, Can’t Hark. That’s all I know. I ducked into the tent, it was hot as blazes, I took the one picture and boogered orf.

There’s a backstory, Tom. We did this training because we got a grant from the same people the trainer got a grant from, so we turned up to pump her numbers. If you get what I’m saying.


Comment from CrabbyOldBat
Time: August 9, 2014, 12:32 am

But did the Empress of Blandings win the silver medal for fat pigs?


Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: August 9, 2014, 12:56 am

Dang, I wanted 6 to win, it was on a nice plate. Very well arranged. The little stems bent over so perfect and bound.


Comment from Armybrat
Time: August 9, 2014, 12:59 am

Ugh. I just completed the 20+ units of annual training. I’ve managed to break that up over the last 2 weeks….but I have an actual job to do also! And a life to live! So my only option was to reduce my daily productivity units to accommodate this extra work task. I told the boss “so fire me”. And I would be mightily happy if that occurred.


Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: August 9, 2014, 1:13 am

There is a severe lack of butter and fryin’ pans in that picture.

I’m just sayin’!


Comment from Some Onion
Time: August 9, 2014, 1:01 pm

Feynman Groupie – you do raise a good point. Is this a mere beauty contest for onions? I must remind everyone that beauty is only onion-skin deep. Onions are very complex and the more layers you peel, the more you find. Just sayin’


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 9, 2014, 9:32 pm

“Training” – a curse placed on enterprise by the parasite class.


Comment from LesterIII
Time: August 10, 2014, 3:22 pm

Sensitivity training scene from “Rescue Me” show. Great scene, great show. This scene was the result of a female firefighter in the crew being called a twat because “the c-word” was unacceptable, which then was made into the hybrid TWUNT. My wife and I laughed so hard at both scenes we almost crapped:

Sensitivity training
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smciRU0d38U

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