Dee Dee
Elite Member
- Joined
- Jan 16, 2002
- Professional Status
- Certified Residential Appraiser
- State
- Colorado
Steve,
I still vividly recall my trainee years, but the one thing that stands out more than anything else is what an incredibly humbling experience it was.
It wasn't until I started training that I found out that what I learned in my initial classes was just the tip of the iceberg. What didn't seem so tough in book theory was considerably more time consuming in actual practice, at least if it was done properly. I remember pounding my head against the desk wondering if I would ever be able to get all the way through a report without making mistakes that would slow me down. My mentor was the type that if I missed a better comp or something in the inspection, she'd make me go back out into the field to take a photo or remeasure until I got it right, while still staying on schedule to meet the deadlines on other assignments in various stages of completion.
Often it felt like my job was some kind of demented circus act in which I had to juggle four flaming torches with one hand while spinning a glass plate on top of a stick with the other, and at the same time ride a unicycle in a ring surrounded by clowns who's sole purpose was to heave shovels of crap at me in an attempt to bring down my daily act. My ability to successfully survive was directly linked to how big my paycheck would be.
Does that sound familiar to anyone?
I still vividly recall my trainee years, but the one thing that stands out more than anything else is what an incredibly humbling experience it was.
It wasn't until I started training that I found out that what I learned in my initial classes was just the tip of the iceberg. What didn't seem so tough in book theory was considerably more time consuming in actual practice, at least if it was done properly. I remember pounding my head against the desk wondering if I would ever be able to get all the way through a report without making mistakes that would slow me down. My mentor was the type that if I missed a better comp or something in the inspection, she'd make me go back out into the field to take a photo or remeasure until I got it right, while still staying on schedule to meet the deadlines on other assignments in various stages of completion.
Often it felt like my job was some kind of demented circus act in which I had to juggle four flaming torches with one hand while spinning a glass plate on top of a stick with the other, and at the same time ride a unicycle in a ring surrounded by clowns who's sole purpose was to heave shovels of crap at me in an attempt to bring down my daily act. My ability to successfully survive was directly linked to how big my paycheck would be.
Does that sound familiar to anyone?