Wasted Years
May. 17th, 2004 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Time for a work rant - again, this is about my prior job. The current one is going rather well - but not so well that I feel like I could risk swirling into paranoia over it.
While I was going through the licensing class over the past several days, by the second day, I was feeling incredibly screwed over by the prior class I'd taken. That class had taught me what I needed to pass the licensing exam ... and left it at that. There were no real-world applications for what we were learning - just 40 hours of an instructor literally reading to us, and us highlighting the readings. Post-test (assuming that you'd passed), we were to essentially purge our pretty little heads of what we'd learned, and re-learn everything anew. *hangs head in shame*
I spent almost two years feeling like I was huge poseur ... putting up appearances of knowing what I was talking about, looking smart, whatever else. Coupled with having it out with the Noonday Demon (depression, that is), mentally, I was NOT a pretty sight at all. I hated talking to clients - and not just related to social anxiety, either. I dreaded calls from the clients when they wanted to get answers about coverages and/or exclusions, because I had no idea how to answer their questions. There were items on the standard applications that, to be honest, I had no idea what they were for exactly. I felt like a dummy for asking the same questions several times over about a particular coverage - especially since I had NO IDEA how it worked out. Just that it was absolutely discombobulating, because I didn't understand it. Until now.
You don't know how many nights I went home from work, paranoid. Worried that one day, the HMM would snap out of his seeming obliviousness - or someone would snap him out of it for him - and I would be fired because of my ineptitude. Even though I was told that I could ask questions, I felt like I shouldn't ask *too many* questions, or ask the same questions many times over, because it would be tantamount to a scarlet letter on my chest - an "M" for "Moron". That I should've learned these things in my licensing class and/or on the job - and because I didn't, somehow, I was just getting myself wrapped up into this neverending shame spiral. Partially self-inflicted, partially due to the sinister Demon, and partially due to a sub-standard insurance education.
The good thing is, it's getting better. I'd gotten a better education this go-round, I'm in a wonderful work environment - with co-workers and supervisors that are willing and able to help me out in any way possible. Now, I just have to sign up for a test date, and I'll be oh-fish-all! :-D
While I was going through the licensing class over the past several days, by the second day, I was feeling incredibly screwed over by the prior class I'd taken. That class had taught me what I needed to pass the licensing exam ... and left it at that. There were no real-world applications for what we were learning - just 40 hours of an instructor literally reading to us, and us highlighting the readings. Post-test (assuming that you'd passed), we were to essentially purge our pretty little heads of what we'd learned, and re-learn everything anew. *hangs head in shame*
I spent almost two years feeling like I was huge poseur ... putting up appearances of knowing what I was talking about, looking smart, whatever else. Coupled with having it out with the Noonday Demon (depression, that is), mentally, I was NOT a pretty sight at all. I hated talking to clients - and not just related to social anxiety, either. I dreaded calls from the clients when they wanted to get answers about coverages and/or exclusions, because I had no idea how to answer their questions. There were items on the standard applications that, to be honest, I had no idea what they were for exactly. I felt like a dummy for asking the same questions several times over about a particular coverage - especially since I had NO IDEA how it worked out. Just that it was absolutely discombobulating, because I didn't understand it. Until now.
You don't know how many nights I went home from work, paranoid. Worried that one day, the HMM would snap out of his seeming obliviousness - or someone would snap him out of it for him - and I would be fired because of my ineptitude. Even though I was told that I could ask questions, I felt like I shouldn't ask *too many* questions, or ask the same questions many times over, because it would be tantamount to a scarlet letter on my chest - an "M" for "Moron". That I should've learned these things in my licensing class and/or on the job - and because I didn't, somehow, I was just getting myself wrapped up into this neverending shame spiral. Partially self-inflicted, partially due to the sinister Demon, and partially due to a sub-standard insurance education.
The good thing is, it's getting better. I'd gotten a better education this go-round, I'm in a wonderful work environment - with co-workers and supervisors that are willing and able to help me out in any way possible. Now, I just have to sign up for a test date, and I'll be oh-fish-all! :-D
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Date: 2004-05-17 11:37 pm (UTC)And I know what you mean. I'm a techie geek through and through but everytime my job function changes and I have to relearn technology, I flip out. But within a month, I understand again.
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Date: 2004-05-18 12:52 pm (UTC)As for work, I think that unfortunately, the company that taught my pre-licensing classes on the first go-round are only interested in teaching you what is needed to pass the test ... forget what you'd need to actually work in the day-to-day of that field. Thankfully, I think they're restricted to insurance licensing only.
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Date: 2004-05-18 02:17 pm (UTC)It's rediculous.
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Date: 2004-05-18 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-18 12:58 pm (UTC)There was only so much paddling that I could do before I reached the point of exhaustion, and ended up making a huge mistake on a policy that could cost someone thousands of dollars. :-/
Now, I'm feeling better. While I'm floating on the water, this time, there's no furious paddling. :)
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Date: 2004-05-18 05:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-18 01:00 pm (UTC)