I spent the past two days at a training in a town an hour and a half away. Class started at nine each morning which means that I have awoken at the ungodly hour of 5:30a.m. two days in a row. Me no likee.
I did, however, like the training. Well, with the exception of the first day, when I developed a raging headache thanks to having to breath the putrid stench of patchouli for six hours, straight. That was thanks to a crunchy granola woman with the dreds, bare feet and hairy legs who was so entrenched in the smell that it preceded her into the room and lingered long after she left it.
Not even kidding. Wish that I was.
Anyway, back to the training.
Not only did I learn a lot, but, I got to spend some time getting to know four of the women from my office, including one whom I will be supervising. And, if the term "the blind leading the blind" just entered your mind; we are simpatico souls. Because, yes; I am brand new, not only to this job, but to the field that it is in as well as to every concept included therein, yet: I am about to become a supervisor.
The people who hired me might very well be smoking something that would interest the patchouli-wearing granola chick from yesterday's training.
On the other hand, everything that we covered in today's training seemed ridiculously logical and natural to me, so; maybe they aren't as crazy as I fear.
No way I'm changing my mind about the patchouli, however.
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