A few minutes after that last update, our erstwhile instructor looked up from her forms and asked me what I was still doing here. I told her I was waiting for the Grade 4 training to start. She blinked at me and said, “We just did that. Did you sleep through the film strip?”
Okay. So then I thought, of course. The people in the room with me had come from all sorts of different departments in the company. There’s no way one person from the equivalent of HR could give all of us the training we need to go up a grade in our different fields. Obviously this was just some corporate mandated introduction.
But this would have meant that I was supposed to be somewhere else, and I had no idea where that was. The only instructions I had were to report to this classroom, and they arrived on my phonepad this morning. Wherever I was supposed to go next, I was probably already late, but hopefully not too badly.
So I asked her if she knew where I was supposed to be, and she said she didn’t. I asked her where do people normally go after this class and she said usually back to their dormitories. Okay, I’m thinking, maybe the actual Grade 4 training is such serious business that they don’t want to start it halfway through the morning.
So I ask her if I’ll be given instructions on where to report for training tomorrow, and she replies—and this is a direct quote—”Do you expect to be promoted to Grade 5 by tomorrow?”
So I gave up and now I’m on the train back to my dorm. I feel like I missed something. Though it’s possible, the way things are compartmentalized here and no one seems to care about what happens outside of their little spheres of influence that she just doesn’t know what the rest of the training process is. Maybe assuming that her part is the most important part is how she copes with being saddled with such a pointless and irrelevant chore.
That’s got to be it.