You slide into town on the cheap, stay 17 miles away at the cheapest hotel you could find. Okay, I can appreciate barely scraping together the bread for the workshop tuition. You tell me you used frequent flier miles to get there. All good, it showed dedication to learning the stuff. You drop a remark about having spent almost 2 HOURS taking buses to get from hotel to workshop. ( This is Austin Texas. They have buses. It ain't Queens, however ). I offered to drive you home. You shared plenty of life angst on the way home. Again, I respect the path you've had to travel. You seemed a pretty cool fellow, and intent on learning the stuff.
Even offered to pick you up Sunday so you didn't have to take buses or pay money that apparently comes very dear to take a cab. And why not?
I pick you up at 7am and you reek of freshly smoked pot like a kid on the way to a Led Zep reunion concert. Fucking moron. You skate through your career, whatever it is, stoned? And you have the balls to show up smoked up to face the intensity and complex physical work of the 2nd day of the Workshop?? Okay, I lost 90% of the respect I had for you. You're a stoner who holds the Holy Herb in greater regard than work. Dick.
We get to work, work hard all day and I have to say, you seemed to function fairly well despite being zonked. A few errant and bizarre remarks here and there reminded me that indeed you were more than just mildly buzzed.
Late in the day a camera goes missing. It's quite small and easy to slide into one's bag, even with the Israeli arm and suction cup attached so it could mount against any smooth surface. Things grind to a halt immediately.
Nobody has ever pulled this kind of appalingly selfish inappropriate fucked up SHIT at my workshops. I've taught close to 1,000 adults in small groups since 1990 and nothing, NOT ONE THING, has ever gone stolen. It was stolen. Not misplaced, not set aside. This item was not a part of the training, it sat there stuck to the wall in the showroom. I told the entire group, briefly and gently ( one does not presume theft is in the air.... ) first thing in the morning that we're guests here, that we do not touch or check out ANY ITEMS we see.
There are surveillance cameras in the room. Only a moron.....or someone stoned and uncaring....would go and steal an item anyway.
Who found it? Why, Captain Herb did. He announced he'd root around through the large plastic garbage can ( the type you see in school cafeterias, etc. ) and lo and behold he "found it"- at the bottom. What the fuck?? That's the best you could do you pathetic arrested development feeb? The bottom of a can that went unemptied the day before?????
Asshole. You fucking fuck. I may not be allowed back there, though the folks there were cool enough since the item was "found". You smeared my good name, you besmirched the integrity of the program I run and my company's good name by association. You brought embarrassment down upon the group of 9 people sitting there.
And you showed your true colors. Fuck you pal.
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