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Folders, name tags, catered coffee— new ones fade into the last. Brainstorms, flip-charts, colored markers; tracing time until it’s past. Endless satisfaction surveys; client-focused, data-driven… rubrics, group collaborations, ceaseless presentations given. Is this hell? Or am I dreaming while the seconds crawl toward death. Has our closure yet been offered? (as we wait with bated breath…) Some day will we gain credentials? Will we do this in the heavens? Shall the Lord, upon completion turn our sixes into sevens? Would I (as a soul in limbo) recommend to peers this training? Yes I would. With one condition: only save what’s worth retaining.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
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Folders, name tags, catered coffee— new ones fade into the last. Brainstorms, flip-charts, colored markers; tracing time until it’s past. Endless satisfaction surveys; client-focused, data-driven… rubrics, group collaborations, ceaseless presentations given. Is this hell? Or am I dreaming while the seconds crawl toward death. Has our closure yet been offered? (as we wait with bated breath…) Some day will we gain credentials? Will we do this in the heavens? Shall the Lord, upon completion turn our sixes into sevens? Would I (as a soul in limbo) recommend to peers this training? Yes I would. With one condition: only save what’s worth retaining.
Don't arrive late or the coffee will be gone...
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 7:59 AM UTC
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