I am on CPD today.
CPD stands for Continuing Professional Development.
I hate it.
The only upside to attending CPD is that it’s a day off from the normal grind.
Every registered professional in the health service has to do it at least once per year. It’s where we go to ensure that if nothing else, we are up to date with the most fundamental changes to our practice. I guess this satisfies the Department of Health though.
It’s not the trainers fault that it’s so dull, though they don’t help themselves. I mean, who wants to sit in front of power point presentations for eight hours? Booooooring. I am of the belief that it is impossible to learn this way. I mean, I’m on my lunch break now and I have completely forgotten the entirety of this mornings ‘teaching’.
I upset the teacher too. He caught me nodding with my eyes closed. This is his first teaching gig and he’s eager to impress. He goes through each slide with such relish I can actually visualise him abusing himself over this crap behind closed doors.
So I upset him when I nodded off. I could really care less.
Only a few hours left now. I’ve sat here counting the lunch hour down and drinking anything that contains caffeine. The teachers will have their eye on me now and will gleefully single me out for awkward questions should I nod off again.
I may ask them to repeat the presentation if they do.
‘I’m sorry, I missed that bit. Could you repeat it please?’
‘Yes, all of it. I haven’t heard a word you’ve said.’
Should be a fun afternoon.