In all fairness, I have to say that I was probably one of those trainees that many would have given the boot to
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Thank God my mentor was patient and understanding, and pulled me through. To this day I wonder how or why she put up with me.
In the two years that I worked under her, she had to contend with a barrage of things that happened to me through no fault of my own. To say she picked up some of my slack when I needed it the most is an understatement.
I had two sons at home to take care of, and she would lighten my work load just a little bit if I needed to spend more time with them. When my stepmom was dying of cancer in another state, she gave me a couple of weeks off to care for her in her home until her passing. She gave me the time off that I needed to get through some medical problems and get back on my feet. She took a sizable stack of files right out of my hands and practically shoved me out the door for several weeks when the Columbine High shootings occured, which left my entire family and most of our closest friends in shock and mourning. Then there was the accident that I had which nearly cost me a finger and made me a one-handed typist for several weeks. For three months I had my mom and stepdad living with us while he was ill and going through medical testing and treatment at a local hospital. And that's just a partial list....it was the worst two years of my life.
On top of it all I was trying to learn a profession that has a very steep learning curve. Although I gave 100% of what sanity and energy I had to spare to my apprenticeship, I'm certain that if put to a vote I'd have been considered the least likely to succeed by my peers.
In spite of a multitude of other wannabe's beating on her door that probably would have been a much better investment for her time, my mentor nurtured my sorry *** along. She had a gift for figuring out exactly when the right time was to give me a little space (perhaps the catatonic drooling was her cue) and when to nudge me back into the rat race of the business. For reasons that still elude me, she made me her personal mission. When I finally took my certification test and passed I did a wild screaming solo dance in the testing facility parking lot (fortunatley nobody called the white coats), then she was the first person that I called. Nobody seemed more happy for me than she did.
There were a few times when we didn't see eye-to-eye, but I will forever owe her for seeing something in me that I highly doubt others would have.
The point that I'm trying to get at is this...
anyone can train rookies, we have plenty of sweat shop appraisal mills out there to prove it, but it takes extra patience and probably less financial gain to be a good mentor. There's a big difference between the two. My hat is off to those who make the sacrifice of being a true mentor.