Holy classroom, Pumpkins! I feel like a goose’s liver being fattened for fois gras (although my liver became a “barely hangin’ on-er” in the ‘60’s). Training is being packed down our gullets like saline into a Baywatch Barby’s bazookas.
Seminars, webinars, conferences, trade shows, coaching, on land, at sea, on the web, specialists, certification, motivational, inspirational, product infiltration and mind control -- it’s a profligacy of teaching excess. And now the CITC is resurrecting its sleepy old corpse and wants in on the action. (I’m not sure they ever knew there was any to be had. Although I sense that Ed the new head knows it’s out there).
Of course training is important, dahrlings! Would I be where I am today without solid couching? I mean coaching, of course. I’m just saying a little coordination would not hurt. And there’s that “c” word again. Coordination is not compatible with competition – and as each body vies to own the classroom, you run from one to the other. That’s all I’m saying. I’d like an apple now. Apple martini, that is.
