I just realized I have been neglecting this great brooding resource called a journal.
So I'm almost completely through with Theme park acting for the moment. Down to two days a week at the current place, and trying my hand at a full time position in another role: Serving.
This isn't the first time I've had to wait tables for a living. Back when I was eighteen or so I had a job at Grindstone Charlies in Indianapolis. It was pretty cool (That's my uniform in the picture!), but I would normally work the lunch crowd because it was fast, and you could turn over a lot of tables in a short time.
When I signed up for TGI Fridays I was expecting the same deal... But it's turned out to be a little bit more difficult.
My trainer is an interesting girl. She seems nice enough, but it's quite obvious I'm her first trainee and she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. She's trying to get me to learn how to wait tables HER way.. Fine, I understand that want. But she berates me when I don't understand exactly what she wants me to do without her laying it out for me. And berates me if I jump the gun. And berates me if I do pretty much anything... To the point where she first accused me of not learning anything because she's a girl and I must be a bigot, and then told me I had absolutely no talent for serving.
At that point I asked to speak to a manager. Sexual harrassment charges are no laughing matter.
Long story short things went downhill until what was supposed to be my last day of training... When she decided she was going to wait all the tables and find something for me to do so "I could get a couple of hours on the clock."
Uhhh I'm supposed to be training, remember?
Anyway... I failed my training... But begged the GM of the store to give me one more day with a different trainer... So he set me up with Eric... Eric is me, except cooler... And after a day with him.. I've learned more than I had in the last couple of days.
Wow I didn't realize I had so much to rant.
So here I sit with the CDRom full of foods to memorize (That I was supposed to recieve on day one of training), cursing myself for not drinking before I turned 21.
At least I have my Rocky Horror <3
Such an effort,
If he only knew of my plan!
In just seven days I can make you a man!
Yum >
So I'm almost completely through with Theme park acting for the moment. Down to two days a week at the current place, and trying my hand at a full time position in another role: Serving.
This isn't the first time I've had to wait tables for a living. Back when I was eighteen or so I had a job at Grindstone Charlies in Indianapolis. It was pretty cool (That's my uniform in the picture!), but I would normally work the lunch crowd because it was fast, and you could turn over a lot of tables in a short time.
When I signed up for TGI Fridays I was expecting the same deal... But it's turned out to be a little bit more difficult.
My trainer is an interesting girl. She seems nice enough, but it's quite obvious I'm her first trainee and she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. She's trying to get me to learn how to wait tables HER way.. Fine, I understand that want. But she berates me when I don't understand exactly what she wants me to do without her laying it out for me. And berates me if I jump the gun. And berates me if I do pretty much anything... To the point where she first accused me of not learning anything because she's a girl and I must be a bigot, and then told me I had absolutely no talent for serving.
At that point I asked to speak to a manager. Sexual harrassment charges are no laughing matter.
Long story short things went downhill until what was supposed to be my last day of training... When she decided she was going to wait all the tables and find something for me to do so "I could get a couple of hours on the clock."
Uhhh I'm supposed to be training, remember?
Anyway... I failed my training... But begged the GM of the store to give me one more day with a different trainer... So he set me up with Eric... Eric is me, except cooler... And after a day with him.. I've learned more than I had in the last couple of days.
Wow I didn't realize I had so much to rant.
So here I sit with the CDRom full of foods to memorize (That I was supposed to recieve on day one of training), cursing myself for not drinking before I turned 21.
At least I have my Rocky Horror <3
Such an effort,
If he only knew of my plan!
In just seven days I can make you a man!
Yum >
Restarants seem too stressful around here. If I could find someplace chilled out to work at, I wouldn't mind it - or maybe my restaurant just sucks. Things getting any better?