You've got some splainin' to do!
Mood:  incredulous
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I want to tear my hair out. I'm usually a very patient person. I try to go at a slower pace when training a new employee, cause I've been doing this job for almost 6 years and naturally I'm a lot faster than someone who has never done this before. But when you tell someone something and 5 seconds later you ask them about what you just told them and they give you the deer in the headlights look, it makes me want to bang my head against the wall, repeatedly.

Ethel is a very nice person, aside from the fact that when I'm typing if I make an error, even though I'm backspacing to correct it, she feels the need to correct me. She's almost 70 years old, which makes me feel very bad that I'm bitching about somebody that's old enough to be my grandmother.

But this is driving me nuts. In order for me to do my job, I need Ethel to be doing her job. Ethel needs somebody standing behind her constantly telling her how to do her job. Ethel does not at all look like she's fast approaching 70, nor does she act like it. She doesn't appear to be slow by any means. But I show her how to do something and five minutes later she's asking me how to do it again. Now, please keep in mind that Ethel has been in training for a week already, so something should have sunk in by now. It hasn't and my supervisor (and back up) is going to Hawaii next week for a week and a half. I think I'm going to start drinking now and by next week I won't care if I have to sit in Ethel's lap and hold her hand and do all her work for her.

Pass the tequila!