Training Day...part 1

So today was the first day of a week long training session that takes place over 4 days for 3 hours/day. (Yayy me right?) Well as if it isn't bad enough that you have to sit in training for this extended period of time, but you have to do it with people who think they know more than the trainers. (Granted sometimes they do and its evident, but that's on a case by case basis) So for every statement the trainer makes, know it all "student" who thinks they can run the training better than you but are confined to the seated position of "TRAINEE" has a rebuttal or some random fact that either supports or disputes the comment of the trainer. And if you are anything like me you wish that this would hurry up and come to an end because you aren't sure how long you can maintain control of your facial expressions. (guess nobody ever taught them that not everything requires a response...if you disagree or know otherwise file that in what I like to call your mental rolodex and proceed with caution)

But on to more pressing matters. How do they (they being the people that put these training sessions together) realistically expect you to UNDERSTAND, GRASP, AND RETAIN pages and pages and pages of information shoved at you in a 3 hour period, oh and then feel like they aren't doing a good job if you don't have any questions or are showing signs of disinterest...(whispers) I am not quite sure its disinterest, more like we don't understand anything you've just said and there really wasn't a whole interval of time to process it before you asked 15 questions, so I along with everyone else (except the student that thinks he should be the trainer and not you) decided to remain quiet and look disinterested (end whisper)...

Well 'feenix magazine' readers, I have been issued my kitchen pass and have been release from training camp for good behavior. So we will pick up with "Training Day...part 2" tomorrow until then keep in mind that the spirit of the feenix is within you...

~feenix