It's 9:30pm and I'm finally sitting down, martini in hand after a fairly long day.
First training of the day, I arrived at 8:30 this morning. Had the usual group, trying to prep them to take their first tentative steps out into the world.
The little darlings. So hopeful, so expectant. So unprepared.
Trying to get them used to unrealized expectations.
I had told them they would be going out in the field today.
But we did get a bit of the next day done so they don't have to spend too much time on their last class day, whenever it might be.
Of course we did have a few who, hopefully, benefited from the delay of doing "live field work".
They WEREN'T ready at all. Fairly nervous, unsure, resentful.
You know, like a bride on her wedding night. So we had practice sessions.
Then I had an evening group, unknown to me or me to them so daring was called for. Give 'em a laugh or shock. Anything to help them remember the endless drivel I'm reading to them that hopefully will help when they go out on their own.
Hopefully they will all realize that they will get it, and if they don't they won't die. They'll get paid and they'll either continue or not. It's neither earth changing or shattering.
It's a paycheck.
So to all my fellow Crew Leaders I raise my frozen martini glass and spit in your eye.
Here's hoping we survive longer than predicted, make more money than expected and have better memories than Johnny Walker can supply.
Good Luck to you one and all.