Years ago I was participating in a pilot of a training course and watched one of our trainers tell a room full of social workers that teenagers should be locked in closets until they turn into adults. Whatever his intent, the “joke” fell flat and he didn’t last long. That’s one of those jokes that cuts a little too close to what the audience had actually seen.
Today I received a training plan that the nitwit wrote back in November. The person who sent it to me used to work at my organization and now she’s part-time at the client site. She’s trying to put together a training plan for the project we’re working on and that the nitwit used to head up. She wanted me to give her an opinion on the document.
The way that training plan made me feel was the way I imagine those social workers felt about that joke all those years ago. I was ticked off and insulted. Everything I know about training, the design of instruction and the planning of programs/events was shat upon in that document. It was an insult to the profession and as I was using my red pen to jot down notes, I said aloud that I knew why the nitwit was fired. She’s a hack.