Sunday, March 22, 2009
Safety & Health in the Workplace FETAC Level 5
Wow, so much of this is pure commonsense, yet people can make such a song and dance about it but it is important ... I'll say that again ... it is important!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Training in Roscrea
A long enough journey from Mullingar to Roscrea, means early morning rise, clear the head, set the SatNav to get me through the back roads to my destination when I reach the town itself. Nothing like wondering if you brought all the equipment you need for the day with you when you find yourself on the road between Mullingar and Tullamore. Tullamore is a busy town around 8am.
Newstalk keeps me interested - Claire and Gerry finally discovering 'Twitter', Claire's 'to the point' interview style is engaging and the websites to visit are very interesting but my two hands are firmly on the wheel and my iphone/notebook is in my bag - I'll get a chance to look them up later, convincing myself that I will remember the website address by the time the day is over and I am back home in Mullingar.
The road between Tullamore and Birr is a long drive - nothing to really see unless I am missing something - not even a decent 'bad bend' to be careful of on the way back. Can't understand the 'catch-up' aspect of driving that other drivers engage in - I can see them coming on a straight stretch, way back, and it's as if their lives depend upon it, but they must catch up with me. I imagine them in the car, hunched, frowning, focussed. When they catch up they stick to my tail on the straight stretch, not doing much else and I find I'm glaring at them in the rear view mirror - "what do you want?" "are you near enough?" "can you see into my boot, because I can't", "pass me out if you want to - it's a straight road", I shout in the confines of my car - hoping that Claire and Gerry don't hear me, but they don't. I dread braking when this happens and I find myself constantly checking that I am sticking to the speed limit - go away!
Another thought - did I bring everything I was asked to bring any of my course participants the last day I was down in Tipperary - again, half my brain/memory is in my bag! Nearly there ...
Newstalk keeps me interested - Claire and Gerry finally discovering 'Twitter', Claire's 'to the point' interview style is engaging and the websites to visit are very interesting but my two hands are firmly on the wheel and my iphone/notebook is in my bag - I'll get a chance to look them up later, convincing myself that I will remember the website address by the time the day is over and I am back home in Mullingar.
The road between Tullamore and Birr is a long drive - nothing to really see unless I am missing something - not even a decent 'bad bend' to be careful of on the way back. Can't understand the 'catch-up' aspect of driving that other drivers engage in - I can see them coming on a straight stretch, way back, and it's as if their lives depend upon it, but they must catch up with me. I imagine them in the car, hunched, frowning, focussed. When they catch up they stick to my tail on the straight stretch, not doing much else and I find I'm glaring at them in the rear view mirror - "what do you want?" "are you near enough?" "can you see into my boot, because I can't", "pass me out if you want to - it's a straight road", I shout in the confines of my car - hoping that Claire and Gerry don't hear me, but they don't. I dread braking when this happens and I find myself constantly checking that I am sticking to the speed limit - go away!
Another thought - did I bring everything I was asked to bring any of my course participants the last day I was down in Tipperary - again, half my brain/memory is in my bag! Nearly there ...
Secretarial Skills
Is it me? or do the letters I receive have to be so badly laid out? Is it my age? or just that it doesn't matter any more how a piece of correspondence appears on the page?
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