"What's your job like?"
I say often. It's happened. Quite recently, hence the entry. My job is a lot like teaching except the material changes on an almost daily basis and by the time I've taught it the information has been superseded by something.
"That must be difficult" they say. Well, they didn't. "Oh" they said but if I'd left it there it would have made for a short conversation.
It's not that the presenting the info' is particularly hard. It's the constant information updating that's tricky. I used to have extremely good memory retention and, if I'm honest, it's still not terrible but gone are the days when I could look at a page and just absorb it. Now it takes time.
Think of it in terms of this. You've been to see a play, right? Course you have. The actors in that play have to spend a lot of time learning their two hours worth of lines and how to present it to you. They learn this over a period of months with multiple read throughs and the support of a director and the other cast.
Now imagine learning the lines to a play that can last up to three weeks with no cues from other cast members; no director; a script that keeps changing and audience participation. Then imagine that at the end of the play the audience are challenged on how much they remember of the play and if they don't remember enough they lose their job.
Now, I'm not selling short teachers or actors. These are two career paths I seriously considered following. Nor am I saying their jobs are easier then mine. They have a different set of challenges to overcome.
What I am saying is that people seem to have the idea that being a Trainer is some sort of easy job, or skive, where I stand at the front of a room and read off a sheet. Perhaps that's how some people would do the job. I don't. I have a lot of pride and if I'm going to be a trainer then I'm going to be the best one in the world, ever.
It's therefore a little frustrating when that goes unrecognised by others. Mainly fellow members of staff. I'm currently on a break after a solid two hours memorising and someone has just come up and asked me to help them out. When I responded that I was busy they looked at me like I'd just spat on them.
Hate feeling under-appreciated. It gets my goat. If I had a goat. It already got my damn goat! Bleaty, nooooooo!
Anyhow, ramble over. Back to work. Huggles to you all.
Ramblerambleramble.
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