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graculusD is for dork. Dork as in the person who works for the Training section of my new employers. He has been around for years and is one of those people who makes people go "oh, D" and roll their eyes. This is never a good thing.
Anyway, this particular piece of dorkitude takes the cake. One part of my job is about training workers in a particular area of how our job is impacted on by legislation etc. There has always been formal training, but at a much more complex level. On learning I am now in post, D has commissioned yet another re-run of the formal training, which is quite appropriate for some staff but way over the heads of many of the people I've been talking to. It would be like making a child go from multiplication tables straight to calculus, with nothing in between.
Still, this would be fine if, after already commissioning this training D hadn't tried to get our head solicitor to tell him what the formal training should cover - she refused, and also told him he really should talk to me. I was wondering why neither D or the admin worker coordinating the formal training would give me any information about the courses - it's because they don't have any!
Now, after my attempts to get him to send me information, I get D emailing me, asking if we can meet next week. I sense a certain amount of panic in his email since the first training session he's commissioned is in a couple of weeks. Poor D, I'm not available for any of the dates he's offered me. I did, however, suggest in all innocence that since he must have exchanged some kind of information with the suggested trainer when he commissioned the sessions (either his ideas of what the training should cover or hers), he might want to send that over to me before we meet the following week. *spork* Heh heh.
And D is for Dougal. Dougal has a lump on his tail, so we were off to the vets this evening. The vet thinks it could either be a cyst (no problem) or a tumour (could be no problem, could be a big problem), so the lump is coming off next Friday.
Poor Dougal will be going into solitary confinement, initially with no food, from late Thursday night through to whenever I get the all clear to put him back with the others. The problem is, there's not much skin on a ferret's tail so it'll be tricky to get the hole covered over and there's no way someone wouldn't want to chomp at it, particularly if he's poorly.
I'm getting the lump analysed, so we'll find out whether it's a portent of things to come, because he's now in the age range where the tumours are more common. Still, I've been lucky so far with all of the foursome, they're all pretty robust critters.
Anyway, this particular piece of dorkitude takes the cake. One part of my job is about training workers in a particular area of how our job is impacted on by legislation etc. There has always been formal training, but at a much more complex level. On learning I am now in post, D has commissioned yet another re-run of the formal training, which is quite appropriate for some staff but way over the heads of many of the people I've been talking to. It would be like making a child go from multiplication tables straight to calculus, with nothing in between.
Still, this would be fine if, after already commissioning this training D hadn't tried to get our head solicitor to tell him what the formal training should cover - she refused, and also told him he really should talk to me. I was wondering why neither D or the admin worker coordinating the formal training would give me any information about the courses - it's because they don't have any!
Now, after my attempts to get him to send me information, I get D emailing me, asking if we can meet next week. I sense a certain amount of panic in his email since the first training session he's commissioned is in a couple of weeks. Poor D, I'm not available for any of the dates he's offered me. I did, however, suggest in all innocence that since he must have exchanged some kind of information with the suggested trainer when he commissioned the sessions (either his ideas of what the training should cover or hers), he might want to send that over to me before we meet the following week. *spork* Heh heh.
And D is for Dougal. Dougal has a lump on his tail, so we were off to the vets this evening. The vet thinks it could either be a cyst (no problem) or a tumour (could be no problem, could be a big problem), so the lump is coming off next Friday.
Poor Dougal will be going into solitary confinement, initially with no food, from late Thursday night through to whenever I get the all clear to put him back with the others. The problem is, there's not much skin on a ferret's tail so it'll be tricky to get the hole covered over and there's no way someone wouldn't want to chomp at it, particularly if he's poorly.
I'm getting the lump analysed, so we'll find out whether it's a portent of things to come, because he's now in the age range where the tumours are more common. Still, I've been lucky so far with all of the foursome, they're all pretty robust critters.
