"Just so you know, Mom"
By suncpo on Oct 30, 2007
Holy Cow! I'm just sitting here getting caught up on the daily fun & follies & we just had an earthquake here in Northern California. I'm not actually from here & they scare the ____ out of me. (Hubby loves the weather; I love hubby so here I sit & shake.)
So, time to blog a blog with thoughts on training. We all need to do it...often. We must ensure that our message is clear, audience appropriate and gives clear guidance. Training should be geared so that our fellow fiduciaries of the personal data asset know what to do when all is well & upon whom to call when things go wrong so that we may recover as smoothly as possible.
A note on that last point-- do not ever ever EVER think you are training to guarantee harm will not strike. You're not & you will be sadly disappointed to learn that life will happen & you will, at some point, experience a breakdown in people, process or tools that results in a hit of liability or only a near miss if you're lucky.
Nope, you train, plan, strategize & then train again to run as efficiently as possible and to fail as smoothly and gracefully as possible.
Wear your seatbelt, but have well maintained brakes, learn & practice how to drive regularly & prepare for the idiot with the cell phone & double grande latte supremo who can't seem to use his signals and simply \*must\* occupy your lane \*now\*-- a drivers manual and multiple choice quiz is not enough.
To top off the thought-- and because it's just a great momma story-- here's a bit of wisdom from my very sassy 6 year old:
So, Miss Thang was harassing her toddler sister (the one with the sugar sweet cheeks and scream like a wild banshee when provoked by said 6 year old)...again.
I had just stumbled in from a 12 hour day conversing with people with a privacy issue on most of the populated continents and was already on my last nerve & so not ready for "gimme that" "NOOOOOO" "Mooooom" "WAAAA!" (Repeat this sequence until your ears start bleeding & you'll get the picture.)
Insert Mom intervention to the effect of "Now girls, play nice." "Sharing is fun!" "Play nicely please" ... & other miscellaneous & largely unheard or heeded Character Building Training Stuff.
Finally, I turn to Miss Thang & tell her to get to her room & think about her behavior & how she planned to improve it so Mommy doesn't have to either have a nervous breakdown or agree to fly to Asia in coach again just to get some peace (or both).
(Accountability & consequences are supposed to be excellent training tools after all.)
My little lady gets halfway up the stairs, turns, comes running down & back into the kitchen, hands on hips with uptilted face to announce,
"Just so you know, Mom, you know when you tell me what to do & send me to my room to think about it? Well, I usually just think about it on the stairs. When I get to my room, I mostly think about other stuff & play with my toys."
She turned on her little heel & marched straight up to her room & likely gave not another thought to my training, her sisters toys or her crazy mother who was trying not to laugh so loud lest the Character Building Training Stuff be lost.
All I can think of are my friends in the field, HR, vendors & so on, marching forth & thinking of their data privacy & asset management training & NOT playing with \*their\* toys. Right?
A few random thoughts for a shaky pre Halloween night...