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Had different duties, today - helping teach a class - so worked earlier hours, meaning I couldn't go to the PT session I had scheduled. Oops. I called on Saturday and left them a message, and they seemed okay with that and rescheduled me for tomorrow morning. I'm a dummy. There's a reason I have one of those pocket calendars, and it's because I have no memory.
I bitched to Phoebe about certain aspects of the lack of proper planning re the classes, and I think she felt as though I were holding her responsible for things not getting done. I really don't; I know she'd have it done right if the upper management would only listen. She gives her recommendations, and then they tell her how it's going to be, often in direct opposition to how it's supposed to be done per the book, because she's a lowly assistant and the big guys think that none of the rules actually applies to how they want to do things. It's a pissa. :P Poor thing, she was in a rather awful mood by the end of the day.
Anyhow. Tomorrow while the other two teachers are ganging up on the four students we're going to have I'm going to try to go through all the materials I can find and see if I can figure out what is needed for the class which I should have already taught, but nobody has scheduled, the one where we train monitors to help the students do their OJT. Because we're cranking out students who need OJT and have only four monitors.
RatGirl asked if she should bring anything to the one-on-one training I'm going to be doing with her... like champagne. Although earlier in the day she'd said she needed a chaperon, because she was nervous about being alone with me. I decided it was better to act embarrassed by such comments rather than make any reply. :) (Anyhow, she just got married a few months ago, to a guy, so I don't think she means it. ;))
Time for bed, I'm tired.
I bitched to Phoebe about certain aspects of the lack of proper planning re the classes, and I think she felt as though I were holding her responsible for things not getting done. I really don't; I know she'd have it done right if the upper management would only listen. She gives her recommendations, and then they tell her how it's going to be, often in direct opposition to how it's supposed to be done per the book, because she's a lowly assistant and the big guys think that none of the rules actually applies to how they want to do things. It's a pissa. :P Poor thing, she was in a rather awful mood by the end of the day.
Anyhow. Tomorrow while the other two teachers are ganging up on the four students we're going to have I'm going to try to go through all the materials I can find and see if I can figure out what is needed for the class which I should have already taught, but nobody has scheduled, the one where we train monitors to help the students do their OJT. Because we're cranking out students who need OJT and have only four monitors.
RatGirl asked if she should bring anything to the one-on-one training I'm going to be doing with her... like champagne. Although earlier in the day she'd said she needed a chaperon, because she was nervous about being alone with me. I decided it was better to act embarrassed by such comments rather than make any reply. :) (Anyhow, she just got married a few months ago, to a guy, so I don't think she means it. ;))
Time for bed, I'm tired.