So... thats done..

And the sun comes up....this is from the parking lot at my food stop, I got lucky and found stuffed grape leaves, greek yogurt, fruit an what not for the day..

The class got dealt with....and it turns out the information is restricted.. Which seems to be a theme lately...

I ate a doughnut as an act of PD solidarity.. while the director is telling me the coffee is summatrian and ground that day..... blah blah blah... but he knows I run around on scant sleep and coffee is my substitute for the will to live.... and knows me well enough to mess with me over my habits...

It was worth doing though... even if 99.9% of it was stuff I already knew... now I get "recognition" for it....by recognition, I mean college credit.... I've researched and some colleges cost $60 per credit for the obscure JR colleges to $300 for a top 4.. the average is $150-200ish...

Class let out....

I bailed to check in at another place to get my uniform shirts and got drafted into a First Aid/CPR class.. which took 45 minutes and annoyed me..

My previous training was at the professional rescuer level/wilderness its on you type..... which took 8 hours dealing with chunks missing and multiple horrors.. this was...... meeh "put a bandaid on it"..

I dont think they'ed do well seeing a human flayed down to the bone much less dealing with it..

But..whatever.. the class met their needs.. and got my mind off dessicated corpses, who don't need first aid at all... Still it wasn't a loss because I was observing the instructors critically.. and know what not to do when its my turn...

People left with more questions than they came with.... the idea is to give folks information they trust and are confident in using... ya know? Not mystify them to the point they get confused..

Its literally life or death..... and needs to get done faster than you can think...

I didn't get my shirts, the commissary being closed...but it was Saturday so Im not all that twisted over it....Lazy fukkers..