People I've Trained
About five years ago, I moved from the San Francisco Bay area to Northern Arizona. Now, almost all the training I do takes place over the Internet. I don't get to see the people I'm training anymore. I don't get chocolate chip cookies or homemade pickles anymore. I visualize people based on their voices. If every now and again, I do actually get to meet someone, I'm ALWAYS completely wrong about what they look like. If people ask me what I look like, I have a picture to show them:
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(OK, so that's not really me and that's not exactly what I look like but, we're both women so close enough, right?)
When I lived in the Bay area, most of the training I did was at the client's site — the person's place of work or their home. Meeting all these people, one thing you have to say about repetitive strain injury, it's certainly an equal opportunity disability. Anybody and everybody, from all walks of life, can fall victim.
I've climbed the stairs of a Wicca in the city, ducking to avoid multitudes of dismembered and charred Barbies swinging slowly from tiny little nooses. I've left my shoes in the foyer of the gleaming white suburban house of the President of a movement to reintroduce creationism into our elementary schools. I've jumped into bed with a guy in the Castro because that's where the Internet connection was. I've listened to hours of Howard Stern as background noise in the mahoganied office of a $400 per hour Ivy League educated lawyer. I've taught a Grandma to have Dragon type her apple pie recipe. I've taught a young man to have Dragon pose provocative questions to women in adult chat rooms.
Some people are resolute, they won't let their pain or their disability stop them. Some people are desperate and have no idea how they're going to go on. All these people I've trained, wherever they live and whatever they believe, are just trying to get their lives back on track.
I wish them well.
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Click here to see me
(OK, so that's not really me and that's not exactly what I look like but, we're both women so close enough, right?)
When I lived in the Bay area, most of the training I did was at the client's site — the person's place of work or their home. Meeting all these people, one thing you have to say about repetitive strain injury, it's certainly an equal opportunity disability. Anybody and everybody, from all walks of life, can fall victim.
I've climbed the stairs of a Wicca in the city, ducking to avoid multitudes of dismembered and charred Barbies swinging slowly from tiny little nooses. I've left my shoes in the foyer of the gleaming white suburban house of the President of a movement to reintroduce creationism into our elementary schools. I've jumped into bed with a guy in the Castro because that's where the Internet connection was. I've listened to hours of Howard Stern as background noise in the mahoganied office of a $400 per hour Ivy League educated lawyer. I've taught a Grandma to have Dragon type her apple pie recipe. I've taught a young man to have Dragon pose provocative questions to women in adult chat rooms.
Some people are resolute, they won't let their pain or their disability stop them. Some people are desperate and have no idea how they're going to go on. All these people I've trained, wherever they live and whatever they believe, are just trying to get their lives back on track.
I wish them well.
To share your own experience, click on COMMENTS below
