It was my friend who persuaded me to apply. So I did, while waiting for my 'other job.'
I passed the interview.
It wasn’t clear to me that we're going to be trained as PSR (or was I not listening?) But I specifically stated "…IT…" not PSR on my application letter.
Anyway, on with the training…
COM KILLS… ehem, COMM SKILLS TRAINING (COMMUNICATION SKILLS TRAINING):On our very first day, anxiety was already infused in my system after seeing our trainer. She was a bit strict and kind of intimidating. I was hoping that I was with my friend's group because their trainer was somewhat more affable. (just an observation though)
ORIENTATION: We have to pass the "Oral Revalida" to qualify for technical skills training. Would it be another distressing training? I asked myself.
TRAINING PROPER: (5 days)
Trained to speak like an American… and I meant American English, with the accent and all.
Like: Inernational… Inernet… Rawer… Mowdem… Tsuweni … Sana Monica…
Don’t say: Hold on. Rather: Can I put you on hold? (how about brb?)
Some were 'trying hard.' Others spoke naturally. The rest were… never mind.
Oh, well… me? Hmm, I did try to speak like an American...naturally (does it make sense?).
After every session, my body was so tired from sitting all day long, listening to our trainer.
I always looked forward to break time. Further, it was so afflictive that I could hardly sleep.
NIGHT BEFORE THE OR:
My friend and I made a deal that if I couldn’t prepare that night, we won't attend the OR.
But I guess, Mother Nature really wanted me to be a PSR because even during my sleep, I still dreamed of it. So there, I woke up early in the morning, just to compose and memorize at least 25 states of the United States.
ORAL REVALIDA DAY: Anxiety, apprehension, dysphoria circulated in and out of my system (too much caffeine?).
I couldn’t remember anymore what had happened when I was in front of my co-trainees.
Maybe I was mortified. Maybe I wasn't.
Maybe she was impressed. Maybe she wasn’t. I didn’t know.
After hours of discomfort, finally it was over.
I know I mentioned earlier that our trainer was intimidating. Well, she turned out to be one of the
nicest trainers in that company.
Really? Yup. Because she
let me pass the OR.
...
to be continued