No Confidence In Confidentiality

On Monday night I’d stayed up a little later than I’d intended, so when I got up (relatively) early on Tuesday for my class, I was a little tired.
I’d stayed up watching an odd movie called “Swimming Pool.”
It wasn’t an especially good movie, but I’d heard a lot about it (or rather, read a lot about it), so I started watching it. Once I started, I had to finish.
Despite the fact that I only got around six hours of sleep as a result, and also despite how boring the training class was, I didn’t feel especially after I woke up a little.
Even so, I decided that I should try to get a little more sleep last night.
Again, though, I stayed up late watching a movie.
This one I’d never heard of, and again, it wasn’t especially good, but once I’d started…
“Swimming Pool” featured actress Charlotte Rampling, who’s been around for a while and has established a solid, and varied, reputation as an actress.
The movie I watched last night also featured some actresses who are also fairly-well established, though I don’t think they’ve achieved much in the way of critical acclaim.
Not mainstream critical acclaim, at least.
The movie was called “Bikini Cavegirl,” though it’s also known as “Teenage Cavegirl.”
Yes, the movie was just as bad as one would expect such a movie to be, and even the naked women, who provided the only “redeeming” value of the movie, weren’t all that hot. Not in comparison to the naked women featured in many comparable movies, at least.
While “Cavegirl” is of the soft-core variety of movies, two of the principal actresses (Nicole Sheridan and Jezebelle Bond) in it have successful careers in the hardcore industry.
In any case, as mentioned, the movie was terrible, and the eye-candy wasn’t especially sweet, but I still had to see it through to the end. I mean, how could I go to bed not knowing if the Cavegirl made it safely back to her own time? Or whether or not Cavegirl would have sex with the professor’s sexy assistant, played by Nicole Sheridan?
In case you’re wondering, she did, and she did.
Okay, so maybe I should have given you a spoiler alert before mentioning that, but hey, at least if you find yourself stuck watching “Bikini Cavegirl” late one night when you should be sleeping, you won’t have to stay up to find out the answers to those questions. You’ll already know, thanks to me.
You can look at it like I took a bullet (in the form of a crappy movie) for you.
You’re welcome.

(UPDATE: It seems that a statistically improbable number of people are doing Web searches on Bikini Cavegirl, and many of them are ending up here. If you are one of those people, you might be interested in checking out this picture I drew and posted in response to this rather bizarre phenomenon.)

Getting to class today took a ridiculously long time. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that much traffic on my life outside of the Beltway.
It took me fifteen minutes to drive less than five miles. There was no apparent cause for the delay, just thousands (literally) of cars on the road. Traffic is always bad that time of the morning, but never quite like that.
I had made a reference yesterday about the overall lack of eye-candy in the class I took this week. That was true, but there were at least a couple of reasonably attractive women. Just nothing like the last class I took.
Or so I thought.
Yesterday when we left I commented on the paucity of lookers in the class to Kathleen, who asked, “Didn’t you think X was cute?”
I said that I thought she was okay, but nothing special.
To me, she had looked like someone who had been really cute at one point, but whose looks had faded somewhat due to time and pregnancies.
(Yes, this is shallow and sexist and whatever, but we’re talking about surface appearances, so that only makes sense)
The one thing that really sort of turned me off about her was her hair. It was crimped. I think that just looks terrible and, well, sort of trashy. Also, she was wearing sort of dumpy, shapeless clothes.
However, I had to totally revise my initial assessment of her when I was teamed up with her for an exercise today. Her hair was no longer crimped, she was wearing much nicer clothes, and, honestly, I got a much better look at her than I had yesterday.
She’s really a knockout, one of the best-looking women I’ve seen in a while. I mentioned my reassessment to Kathleen, who hit me with an “I told you so.”
Naturally, though, she had a HUGE freakin’ diamond on her finger, which I had actually noticed yesterday.
Still, she was very nice to look at, and seemed like a pleasant enough person.
The class itself continued to be boring thanks to the ineffective instructor. Kathleen and I spent most of the day rolling our eyes at all of his “uhhs,” his random name-dropping, and his pointless, rambling “examples.”
The name-dropping was really silly (he was talking about former clients), since they weren’t names that anyone would recognize.
At the end of the class, as always with these kinds of things, we had to fill out an evaluation. Naturally, Kathleen and I rated him very low, though we both thought that the materials and the overall course were worthwhile.
Usually these evaluations are anonymous, though you have the option of putting your name on it if you choose.
This one actually had a space at the top for you to fill in your name as if it were required. Kathleen and I both chose not to put our names on it.
Sometime after I got home I checked my work e-mail and saw that I had an e-mail from the instructor expressing his dismay at the poor evaluation I had given him.
At first it made me feel kind of bad. After all, as angry, bitter, and mean as I can sometimes be, and despite the fact that I really don’t like people, I don’t really like hurting their feelings.
After a while, though, I found myself more than a little annoyed that there was no confidentiality at all, and that he would invade my privacy like that.
He also sent an e-mail to Kathleen. In fact, he copied the e-mail he’d sent me, modified it slightly, and sent that to her. Oddly enough, though, he actually included the unmodified e-mail he’d sent to me with the modified version he sent her.
Kathleen was very annoyed and stated that she felt “violated.”
I tend to agree.
We’re sort of assuming that everyone else in the class actually signed the evaluation, and therefore by the process of elimination he determined that Kathleen and I were the ones who found him and his presentation style lacking (despite the fact that during breaks other people in the class were grumbling about his deficiencies).
Ah well, at least it’s over.
Next week, Kathleen, Brian, and I have a one-day time management class, and that’ll probably do it for the trainings for a while.
In any case, that’s it for this entry.