September 5, 2008
Watching the talking heads on the training screen proved to be more challenging than I imagined. Sometimes, I could hear a couple guys playing table hockey loudly in the locker room. Earlier, I was given a choice between locker 16 and 22 and chose 22, as if the numbers were assessments in themselves asking me how old I was. Most of the training was useless to me because all it required was common sense. It went too slow, so I sped it up to where it would ask me questions. I felt tired and particularly lonely, watching the clock closely.