Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Words of Wisdom
Nancy Wilson had a great article a few weeks ago that I really appreciated. I appreciate all of them, but this was particularly helpful to me as I'm going back to school. Even though I've been through college before and kind of know what to expect, this article was very good. (I printed it out so I can keep it in one of my school binders as a daily reminder.)
You never realize how incompetent you are at (or feel about) something until you go to teach someone else how to do it.
At least that's how I feel lately. I've been given the task (really, no option here) of training two young ladies, new to my company, that are going to be taking over my job.
First, let me say this. I am a talker. I like to talk about stuff though I'm not so good at the small talk stuff...until I can 'click' with someone on a common topic, I mostly fumble about for conversation. Otherwise, I can be pretty chatty. I think I come by it genetically...I am of German and Italian decent, and well, let's just say that you can be glad I don't gesticulate wildly as some of my older extended relatives are known to do. *If I've never told you about my great-aunt...I should... ;-)
But to have to talk from 7 in the morning to 3:30 in the afternoon can be rather exhausting. And it's not just talking. It's teaching. Training. Every little step of the way. And trying to make sure you don't forget a detail or a critical process. That's the hard part. And then there's the "what if's" and "when's" that might come up after I'm not there, I worry if I'll have prepared them enough to do the job. I know I'm probably completely over analyzing things. It's not like they'll be totally sunk if something happens that they don't know how to take care of-- there are plenty of competent and well-informed people here that will help. The most I can do is give it my best and leave the rest up to God.
I can hear my dad right now "You're not the fourth person of the Trinity."
(Yeah, I know. Thank God.)
You, know, they also say that you know that you know something when you can teach it to someone else. I guess I might know a little. :^)
First, let me say this. I am a talker. I like to talk about stuff though I'm not so good at the small talk stuff...until I can 'click' with someone on a common topic, I mostly fumble about for conversation. Otherwise, I can be pretty chatty. I think I come by it genetically...I am of German and Italian decent, and well, let's just say that you can be glad I don't gesticulate wildly as some of my older extended relatives are known to do. *If I've never told you about my great-aunt...I should... ;-)
But to have to talk from 7 in the morning to 3:30 in the afternoon can be rather exhausting. And it's not just talking. It's teaching. Training. Every little step of the way. And trying to make sure you don't forget a detail or a critical process. That's the hard part. And then there's the "what if's" and "when's" that might come up after I'm not there, I worry if I'll have prepared them enough to do the job. I know I'm probably completely over analyzing things. It's not like they'll be totally sunk if something happens that they don't know how to take care of-- there are plenty of competent and well-informed people here that will help. The most I can do is give it my best and leave the rest up to God.
I can hear my dad right now "You're not the fourth person of the Trinity."
(Yeah, I know. Thank God.)
You, know, they also say that you know that you know something when you can teach it to someone else. I guess I might know a little. :^)
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Day 16: A song that makes you cry
“The Little Girl” by John Michael Montgomery. I bawl everytime. Without fail.
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Monday, August 02, 2010
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Day 14: A vacation you would like to take
Louisville, Kentucky (because once was not enough...)
You haven't lived until you've seen this view 
Scotland- all of it
Santorini Greece
Neuschwanstein Castle (as in “new-sshw-van-stine” or something like that…)
Doesn't this look like it's out of a fairy tale? 
Notre Dame, France
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