Lips, mugs and rock & roll
I feel in order to deliver good training, one needs to experience bad training. Without being exposed to the most cringe worthy day of your life, one may never develop the passion to ensure that it never happens everyone else.
My worst learning experience has never been with MediaSnackers, big deal huh? No surprise, particularly if I’m in control of the delivery.
However there was a time in Devon, whereby myself and Barney turned up to deliver a course for Mencap only to discover that the entire Internet for Ottery St Mary was dead… all the way back to the BT exchange. Nothing. Not even a heartbeat was coming out of my F5s and Apple-Rs. I felt like it was going to be a short day and a wasted journey for youth professionals and the young people that had made the effort to rock up, covered in USB cables and big grins.
No… that wasn’t the worst day. Even though we chucked the course material out of the window and unplugged from the Matrix (as Karl would say) and conducted the entire day with mobile technology. I’m not just talking phones, but laptops, local software, digital cameras (still and video). The closest we got to going online was hooking a mobile up to some WAP. We threw on our 56k t-shirts and watched the net download like it was 1998, pixel by pixel.
I swear I had flashbacks to another life of Neanderthal man, getting excited as the sparks from a flint fluttered into the air. Only they probably had more chance of setting the place alight than BT tech support did 200,000 years later near Exeter. Not that I’m bitter.
No… that was fine in comparison.
My worst day training, was being on the end of the stick from a half drunk, cigarette smoker called Elaine from Manchester, who arrived 3hrs later in a Nissan Micra to kill me with a training course on Adobe Illustrator. One on one tuition suddenly didn’t feel like such a good idea.
She wanted coffee – lots of it.
Her make-up looked like it was applied one handed whilst clipping every manhole cover on the A37 out of Bristol. She left lipstick on my mug like a lady of the night, and her fragrance was a cross between the female equivalent of Old Spice (before it was cool) and Benson & Hedges.
Some key points to note:
- her mobile was more important than me
- she dropped her stuff and fished about on the floor like a semi-deflated blow-up doll caught in the wind
- her training manual / bible could have been handed to me in the post
- I tested her knowledge and flustered her system
- she couldn’t adapt to knowledge
- the office wasn’t private—it was all very public
- and as the world around me continued, I became bored
- the boss was eavesdropping
- the certificate was a joke. I still have it somewhere in a drawer
- it was like being handed an animated gif for my efforts
- she left in a blaze of glory if I recall correctly, at 5pm on the dot
- there was no SatNav in those days, she wanted a quicker route back to Manc. I was happy to help her break free from my personal space
That was my worst day and she taught me everything I needed to be a good trainer today. There are many many things, but the essentials should never be over looked:
- get there on time
- get there clean
- save wearing heavy lipstick for the weekends
But thats just me. I can’t be the only one can I? We’ve all been there.
I’d love to know your worst learning experience. From life lessons by friends and family to stuffy powerpoint presentations or a sudden realisation that you know more than a lecturer. Possibly a driving lesson by someone that you regret ever handing you the keys or a particularly painful violin class. Maybe you were delivering something on a topic that you knew very little about?
Let me know in the comments—what has been your worst learning experience? Don’t let me be the only one.