All Trainers are Prima Donnas

There’s a rumour that goes around that all trainers are needy, attention seeking basket cases.

Hmmm… being a trainer myself I can’t subscribe to that view at all.  Just tell me I’m great  and that you like me or I’ll scream and then walk out so I can go and lie down in a darkened room.

Sorry, it was an obvious line, but I just couldn’t resist.

Anyway, back to Prima Donna trainers.

Unfortunately, in a lot of cases it’s true… about trainers, I mean.  I remember a lady who joined my team many years ago.  She was a complete nightmare.  After one particularly torrid Q and A session which I was observing I asked her how she was.

‘Basically, I quit!’  She said.

‘Oh, okay,’ I replied.  ‘Don’t let the door hit your backside on the way out.’

I’m not entirely sure that was politically correct but it did the trick and she came back to give it another go.

At the end of the week I had to sign her off (or not) as competent to deliver this particular training programme.  She was pretty good as a trainer but I just couldn’t give her the green light because of the emotional rollercoaster that went up and down almost minute by minute.

When I asked her what the issue was, she replied that she just wanted the group to like her and when she thought they didn’t she went to pieces.

Well, she’d picked a funny job to be in if she just wanted people to like her because if that was her main driver it would be impossible to be a trainer.

You see, sometimes training is all about tough love.

A couple of weeks ago I was training a group of people on how to network effectively.  Part of the training involves standing up in front of the group and presenting for 60 seconds why your business is so good.

One fella, who really didn’t want to do it, said he hadn’t done the preparation I’d asked the group to do overnight…

He was fully expecting me to roll over and say ‘Okay, not to worry – just observe.’

Not bloody likely.

‘Well, you’ll just have to do the best you can with limited preparation, won’t you?’

I’m fairly sure I was thoroughly unpopular at that point, at least with one person.

I tell you what, though, by the end of the week my fella wasn’t half grateful I’d made him do it.

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