No Vocation

I deserve an NVQ in tolerance of the inane. I've been struggling all weekend as the training provider (who will remain nameless) has messed up yet again. At the last session we were told that there would be another two months in which to complete the paperwork and gather evidence for the Registered Manager's Award - last Thursday I received a letter from them saying that they wanted completed portfolios to be ready by next Thursday (i.e. get it ready in a week- hence a weekend of tireless activity writing banal prose, which if set by a schoolteacher would be an essay entitled "My day carrying out staff supervision" or something equally racy.
Needless to say this is not one of my top ten fun activities of all time.