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The case, ''par excellence'' of the box-ticking culture than modern risk management has become.
The case, ''par excellence'' of the box-ticking culture than modern risk management has become.


Once upon a time, somewhere, someone in a self-regulating professional trade body for attorneys confected a worry that the daily practice of one’s professional calling might render an [[Mediocre lawyer|attorney]] stale, out-of-touch or dangerously unlearned in the ways of {{sex|her}} calling. A counter-intuitive idea, to be sure, but there you have it.
Once upon a time, somewhere, someone in a self-regulating professional trade body for attorneys confected a worry that the daily practice of one’s professional calling might not be enough to keep that member’s edge suitably whetted. The suffocating drudgery that is your average [[Mediocre lawyer|attorney]]'s daily existence would, without intervention, render her stale, out-of-touch or dangerously unlearned in the ways of {{sex|her}} calling.  


So was born “[[continuing professional development]]”, a stipulation whereby [[Mediocre lawyer|lawyers]] of any rank must periodically re-educate themselves on germane issues. It has caught on: professional bodies far and wide entreaty teachers, soldiers, healthcare professionals, accountants, architects and engineers to similar exercises in futile reindoctrination.  
A counter-intuitive thought, to be sure, but there you have it.


To be sure, keeping up with your [[CPD]]s is not all that onerous — a dozen or so hours, spread over a year, is all you need — though across an entire profession that is no small demand on total capability. Law firms beheld a great marketing opportunity: a jaunty breakfast seminar for their in-house clients, followed by [[networking]]: a chance to renew acquaintances over a bagel. [[Simmons & Simmons]] took it a step further, organizing a whole day of crushing tedium wherein their clients could see off half their yearly quota in one biscuit-saturated setting.
So was born “[[continuing professional development]]: a stipulation whereby [[Mediocre lawyer|lawyers]] of any rank must periodically re-educate themselves. It has caught on: professional bodies entreaty teachers, soldiers, healthcare professionals, accountants, architects and engineers to similar exercises.  


Make no mistake: free bacon sandwiches are great. Most jobbing solicitors need no more incentive to show up than that. If the room is large and dark enough there is scope for a few winks. ([[Freshfields]] London has an excellently dingy auditorium, with premium snooze opportunities at the back). In brighter forums, it is a chance to catch up on Twitter, [[LinkedIn]] or follow the [[cricket]].  
To be sure, keeping up with your [[CPD]]s is not that hard— a dozen or so hours, spread over a year, is all you need — though across the profession that is no small crimp on aggregate productivity.  


But as to whether a [[CPD]] hour is well-spent, who can say? Is it vocational? Is it relevant? Is the content even accurate? Can one know whether, having signed in, young sir spent any part of it in the room, let alone paying attention? (The Americans had a crack at this by interposing a random number, to be read out at an unexpected moment, which candidates had to quote in their attestation to prove they were conscious throughout it. But even then only one brave attorney must sit through the ordeal for the greater good of the whole, and even {sex|she}} wouldn’t learn anything, as her attention was focused exclusively on listening out for the number.
Still, law firms beheld a great marketing opportunity: a jaunty breakfast seminar for their clients, followed by a chance to [[network]] over a dried-out bagel. [[Simmons & Simmons]] took it a step further, organizing a whole day of crushing tedium wherein their clients could see off half their yearly quota in one biscuit-saturated setting.


Let’s pretend for a moment you do show up, you do pay attention, and the talk is topical talk for your own area of practice. Will it be the thing that staves off a claim sounding in professional negligence? No-one who has spent an hour before a wizened solicitor mumbling his way through a dense [[PowerPoint]] [[deck]] about the minutiae of [[transaction reporting]] under [[MiFID 2]] would bet on it.
Look: free bacon sandwiches are great. That is all most jobbing solicitors need to show up. If the room is large and dark enough there is scope for a few winks. ([[Freshfields]]’s fabulously murky auditorium offers primo snooze opportunities at the back). In brighter forums, it is a chance to catch up on Twitter, [[LinkedIn]] or follow the [[cricket]].
 
But whether a [[CPD]] hour is well-spent—who can say? Is it vocational? Is it relevant? Is the content even accurate? Can one know whether, having signed in, young sir spent any part of the next hour in the room, let alone conscious or paying attention? (The Americans had a crack at this by interposing a random number, to be read out at an unexpected moment, which candidates had to quote in their attestation to prove their attention. But even then only one brave attorney, for the greater good of the whole, needs so sit through the ordeal, and even {{sex|she}} wouldn’t learn anything, her attention being devoted to listening out for the number.
 
Now, let’s pretend for a moment you do show up, you do pay attention, and the talk is topical talk for your own area of practice.  
 
Will it be the thing that staves off a claim sounding in professional negligence? No-one who has spent an hour before a wizened solicitor mumbling his way through a dense [[PowerPoint]] [[deck]] about the minutiae of [[transaction reporting]] under [[MiFID 2]] would bet on it.


But hurry along —  the bran muffins are going fast.   
But hurry along —  the bran muffins are going fast.   

Revision as of 13:59, 14 May 2018

The case, par excellence of the box-ticking culture than modern risk management has become.

Once upon a time, somewhere, someone in a self-regulating professional trade body for attorneys confected a worry that the daily practice of one’s professional calling might not be enough to keep that member’s edge suitably whetted. The suffocating drudgery that is your average attorney's daily existence would, without intervention, render her stale, out-of-touch or dangerously unlearned in the ways of her calling.

A counter-intuitive thought, to be sure, but there you have it.

So was born “continuing professional development”: a stipulation whereby lawyers of any rank must periodically re-educate themselves. It has caught on: professional bodies entreaty teachers, soldiers, healthcare professionals, accountants, architects and engineers to similar exercises.

To be sure, keeping up with your CPDs is not that hard— a dozen or so hours, spread over a year, is all you need — though across the profession that is no small crimp on aggregate productivity.

Still, law firms beheld a great marketing opportunity: a jaunty breakfast seminar for their clients, followed by a chance to network over a dried-out bagel. Simmons & Simmons took it a step further, organizing a whole day of crushing tedium wherein their clients could see off half their yearly quota in one biscuit-saturated setting.

Look: free bacon sandwiches are great. That is all most jobbing solicitors need to show up. If the room is large and dark enough there is scope for a few winks. (Freshfields’s fabulously murky auditorium offers primo snooze opportunities at the back). In brighter forums, it is a chance to catch up on Twitter, LinkedIn or follow the cricket.

But whether a CPD hour is well-spent—who can say? Is it vocational? Is it relevant? Is the content even accurate? Can one know whether, having signed in, young sir spent any part of the next hour in the room, let alone conscious or paying attention? (The Americans had a crack at this by interposing a random number, to be read out at an unexpected moment, which candidates had to quote in their attestation to prove their attention. But even then only one brave attorney, for the greater good of the whole, needs so sit through the ordeal, and even she wouldn’t learn anything, her attention being devoted to listening out for the number.

Now, let’s pretend for a moment you do show up, you do pay attention, and the talk is topical talk for your own area of practice.

Will it be the thing that staves off a claim sounding in professional negligence? No-one who has spent an hour before a wizened solicitor mumbling his way through a dense PowerPoint deck about the minutiae of transaction reporting under MiFID 2 would bet on it.

But hurry along — the bran muffins are going fast.

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