Training for Idiots
I just went on a training course that was aimed at giving advice to people about applying for research funding.
No-one had bothered to read the 9-page, big-print document that the organisers had sent out, but that was ok - they re-explained everything at the beginning in tedious detail.
The course then degenerated into people asking questions that either had common-sense answers, ("How do I estimate how much paper I'm going to use?") or things that they would have known had they bothered to either read the guide or listen to the first speaker.
The worst thing was, that there were so many idiots in the audience that they made the course over-run so I was sitting there, at the back of the room, eyeing up the sandwiches that had been praying for someone to eat them for the last 20 mins and hating each stupid person with a passion that I'm surprised didn't make me spontaneously combust. To make matters worse, two of the speakers started to nonchalantly graze at the sandwich buffet whilst answering questions!
They are now dead.
No-one had bothered to read the 9-page, big-print document that the organisers had sent out, but that was ok - they re-explained everything at the beginning in tedious detail.
The course then degenerated into people asking questions that either had common-sense answers, ("How do I estimate how much paper I'm going to use?") or things that they would have known had they bothered to either read the guide or listen to the first speaker.
The worst thing was, that there were so many idiots in the audience that they made the course over-run so I was sitting there, at the back of the room, eyeing up the sandwiches that had been praying for someone to eat them for the last 20 mins and hating each stupid person with a passion that I'm surprised didn't make me spontaneously combust. To make matters worse, two of the speakers started to nonchalantly graze at the sandwich buffet whilst answering questions!
They are now dead.
posted by Bob at 1:29 PM
1 Comments:
Such lovely things, training courses.
We had three days before the start of term. First day had "slips, trips and falls". Second one started with me falling down a flight of stairs. With half the staff watching. Including the headmaster. Instinct also meant I stoppped myself with an arm attached to a strained shoulder muscle.
One good thing to come out of it though - the stairs (outdoor ones BTW) now have non-slip runners on them.
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