I am conducting a new-user software class this week.
Yesterday was not a good day....I really shouldn't bitch; self employment has awarded me 90+ days devoid of the phrase, "i had a bad day"
I arrive to the computer training facility 2 hours early, traffic wasn't as bad as I expected and I had plenty of time to verify system settings and suck down enough coffee to be human by the 9am class start.
It takes me about an hour to get ready in the morning. Odd since I don't wear more than mascara (in the makeup dept, that is). But I decided it was time to grow my 2 inch-length hair to a nice long "girly" length a couple of years ago. This means taking my extremely full head of limp, fine and wavy hair and rolling out under a blowdryer - tiny section by tiny section....attempting to achieve some level of straight and fullness. All of this so I can pull it up off my freakin' neck and out of my face by lunch
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Basic math:
9am-2 hour prior to class arrival-1 hour personal preparation- 30 minute drive = Chanda rolled out of bed sometime around 5:30am (on a Monday).
This is the first start to a bad day....I am NOT a morning person. When Mom had to pick the Kindergarten class- she politely insisted on the afternoon class. I never outgrew my despise for leaving the bed prior to 9am.
The training facility feels the instructor computer should be in the back corner of the room with only a projector. So I am doomed to teach to the back of everyone's head.
Class arrives (late). Sales people drive me crazy! They don't really care about the software and how to use it. They want to get that commission $. Plus I cannot be in front of them - working the crowd - to get them excited.
Next is Mr. G (we will call him). He gets up several times during the first few hours and disappears for 10-15 minutes at a time
. Class comes to a halt waiting for his return. He informs me at lunch break that he cannot continue class that afternoon, his absences have been consumed with puking in the bathroom.
Well, Mr. G, it would have been nice to tell me from afar, as you passed your little pukey bug on to me and I spent day 2 (training the managers and executive team) fighting back the urge to projectile vomit.
I will now spend my evening contemplating food but choosing to puke instead and wondering just exactly how far I am from death.
Tomorrow looks to be just as lovely.....as I made a quick getaway after class, teeth sweating with the urge to come home and puke (I am not a public puker), I seemed to have left my training manuals somewhere. Possibly on top of my car, in the training lab, in the parking lot, the bench out front.....but certainly not in my current possession.
Screw it- death is upon me and who needs a training manual for that!
