So I started a new part-time job at a local restaurant that JUST opened. I'm not going to say the name. But there's no REAL use in being secretive either.
Training for this job was....LONG. 8+ days of menu training, right-attitude adjustment and dance training. Yes, dance. The reason I LOVE this job is the dancing. First time I've had a job where I've actually been encouraged to be my crazy, dancing, singing self.
Along the way I nightly broke a sweat, failed a few menu tests (not sure of the outcome of that), voiced my concern about the late hours (they serve until 1am on weeknights?) and developed a COLASSAL crush on one of the trainers. (which I still can't shake) To the point where I'm not sure I'm gunna even enjoy this job after he leaves. I feel like I've fallen into a time machine and woken up in my 20s. Yeah - that kind of crush. I wish I was in my 20s. Back when I was skinny, not a double-digit jean size! Speaking of jeans, that's what the uniform is; the t-shirt they supply us and jeans. Another reason why I wanted to work there.
I'm sure along the way I will use this blog as a means to get out my gripes in regards to this gig. That's a given. We'll see how the customer-stupidity stacks up! My complaints about it so far: the post-shift cleaning, the un-friendly trainers and the co-workers who have gone through the same training as me but feel somewhat better at their jobs so they must tell me how to do mine. Ummm...I don't think so Junior! lol. Oh, and did I mention that employees can't sit at the bar? Ever?! even when we come in for dinner? Seriously. I found this out last night when me and my friend Julie went. I had no idea. I don't remember being told that but, whatever. I can understand before or after a shift but if I come in for dinner to spend MY money....I should be treated the same as ANY customer...or better!
So there you go. Those are my beefs.
More to come!
