Someone who's already worked for a bit, to show the ropes to the those who just, came into the field, this is such a blessing, that not all of us will, get! Translated…
It'd been a full month since my daughter started work, her manager wanted to talk with her, other than affirming her in her expertise, and asked if she had faced any difficulties at work, that she is willing to adjust her workload, and communicated with her on it.
My daughter had truly been blessed, to have such an understanding, empathetic manager. Back when my daughter was offered the job, it was because the manager wanted to hire her for her professional translation skills, and asked her if she wanted to be a part of the team. But, her realm of work, is still closely tied to the nitty-gritty of the paperwork, along with the work that's not what my daughter had been, specialized in, and, to her, being the first time she'd started working full-term, it's, a whole new, challenge. My daughter is a perfectionist, and during this period of time, she'd felt, defeated, made fun of herself that she was a fool, and it'd made my heart ached, I'd given her a big hug, told her, to give herself the needed encouragements, that so long as she was willing to learn from others, she will, make the improvements she'd needed to do well at work.
Seeing my daughter's worried face, my thought drifted back to thirty-six years ago, when that was, the first month I'd, started, working………
Soon as I graduated, I got assigned to the big school in the center of the city to work, assigned to work as a homeroom instructor for a first grade class. As the first-time students entered into school, other than getting acclimated with life in the elementary school, they'd needed to learn the phonetic alphabets. And, although I'd studied the theories of teaching the phonetics, and interned for several months, but, as I was about to head onto the podium, I'd felt, flustered, felt, lost. How do I start the first classroom sessions? Would the parents feel bad about me, a rookie, teaching the class? The questions came to me one by one, tangled in my, thoughts, and it was like everything I'd learned in school, went out the, windows, I got, no clue.
My manager of the school year was a mom-type school teacher with over twenty years of teaching classes, on that day, as she'd asked me, and my two other coworkers, who'd graduated in the same year as I, "How are you all prepared for class?", and, after I registered, I'd heard, of how the school is famed for the hidden talents, the backstabbers, of how unfriendly the work environment is, and having her showing such care and concerns to me was like, music to my ears, like that surge of, warmth that came. The manager of the teaching staff of my school year noted, our anxieties, told us that she would be holding a model teaching session for us to observe, the three of us, teachers-to-be, are the, students.
After I'd watched this "performances", it's, as if, I'd felt, more settled, started the lesson planning, and with more clarity of the direction of my career in the track of teaching I was about to, begin, in. The instructional manager of the school year, her graceful ways, the professionalism she'd carried herself with, is still clear in my mind to this, very, day.
And, how blessed we both had been, my daughter and I, that we both, had someone senior to us, who are, willing to, show us the ropes, to help us perform better at work, I'm more than certain, that my daughter will get better and better at work, like how I was able to from back when.
So, this is the importance of having someone to lead the way, to teach you the ropes, as you're still, quite green, you just came into the workforce and didn't know the way of things, and, having superiors such as these is a true, blessing, because they not only taught you the skills you would nee for work, they'd also, taught you, how to treat those who will be less experienced than you as you'd worked for a bit, kindly too.
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