A Remarkable Victory

It was custom in Ancient Rome, that when a general or Emperor won a victory over a mighty foe he would append the name of the vanquished enemy to his own.  Scipio Africanus.  Claudius Gothicus.  And, as above, a chap known primarily by his Victory name, Germanicus.  On the coin  he is striking particularly heroic poses.  On the left he is presumably riding in a Triumph, the celebratory parade through the streets of Rome that was granted, if rarely, to those of true Greatness.  It was customary to ride through an array of captured weapons, treasures and prisoners.

Well, I can't claim quite that much of a victory last week.  For that matter mighty foes are in short supply.  Goths are pasty faced and drowsy these days and somehow dubbing yourself Ikeacus after figuring out an especially devilish bit of Scandinavian furniture assembly seems a little excessive.

But still...

I'm part of a very dedicated, hard working group of volunteers that had been asked to trudge through about four and a half hours of the most tedious, poorly assembled training videos imaginable.  And I have a good imagination.  A large portion of it did not related to us at all.  I mean, the nature of being a volunteer is that paychecks, vacation hours and so forth don't exist.

When the pile of dreck turned out to be even steeper this year I decided enough was enough.  I started a discussion with The Powers that Be with the end result being....."ah, most of you can skip that stuff".

A resounding victory over insensate Bureaucracy!

It has been commemorated in a video that is best summarized by one of my UK friends:                "Marvelous, weird, un-nerving - and excellent work". 

All or most kidding aside, sometimes things get so ridiculous that even the bureaucrats take your side!