The Quiz.
Up at 6am and back to the hotel in time to make dinner, clean it up and pack a lunch for tomorrow. We are all taking turns writing the quiz that we take each morning at 7:30. Today it was my turn and as has been the custom the last two days the person who writes the quiz is expected to make copies of their notes that they used to do the quiz and distribute to the other 22 hostages-er-participants.
There I am standing in a room, literally surround 30 Copiers and I asked, out loud, “Um, where should I go make copies for everyone?”
Beat.
Entire room erupts in laughter. Only at me and not with me because I’m not laughing because I didn’t get what was funny at first.
That’s the thing about the intensity of this training. It requires so much concentration at the exclusion of what little common sense I have.
The trend thus far is that the person who writes the quiz scores 100% when they take it. It makes sense right? If I write it, then I know the answers. So I’ve got that to look forward tomorrow morning.
It’s cold here and rainy which might bother me if I were outside for longer than it takes to walk from the hotel to the car, from the car to the building, from the building to the car, from the car to the hotel.
I do plan on addressing some of the back-and-forth on the last political blog I wrote which seems like something I wrote a long time ago.
Briefly, when I woke up this morning I was surprised that CNN polls declared Obama the winner. I read it differently and thought that McCain was very strong. I was still awake for the now oft repeated ‘That One’ comment and in the context of the point McCain was making, I didn’t find it to be diminishing and for those who did, I might suggest that his comment draws even on Obama’s perceived slight , ‘lipstick on a pig’, against Sarah Palin immediately following the RNC. Though sadly, it’s unfortunate that there are any scores to settle.
Rumor is that Sarah P will be on Satuday Night Live this weekend.
Should be good….

I should be getting my quiz back from this morning. I may puke.