What a hectic week! For those of you who do not know, I returned to the work force. Surviving on one income just wasn't doing it. It was WAY to much pressure on my husband and on myself. I like nice things and who doesn't? So I got back on the horse and decided to start serving again. *sigh* Three weeks later, I'm asking what in the world was I thinking? For those of you who have never had the pleasure of working with the public, I recommend you try it atleast once! It will totally make you a better person.
Let me refresh you of my week.
Started training. Like I didn't know who to wait on people. Hello, I'm a mother and a wife! Training wasn't so bad. I just had to learn the new menu and the computer system.
Week 2: Aka Hell Week!
Started on the floor all by lonesome self. No friends and a little unconfident. Maybe it showed a little because all of my co-workers were so mean and horrible. I was called everything but a white girl. If I had a question, everyone would ignore me unless they needed help carrying something to one of their tables. And of course, me being a team player helped them. I know working in a restuarant can be intense. I've done it for over 10 years. And I thought I was pretty good at it. I've been complimented by many guest to my manager. And even have repeat customers after being there a week. All of my managers love me. I just couldn't jive with the other servers. My hubby told me they were jealous. I laughed! I'm still sitting here kind giggling over the fact that maybe some of these #$@&%'s would be jealous about. That's what I call them now. #$@&%'s. You can use your imagination.
So after 5 days of pure hell. I had a mental breakdown! I started sobbing. And I mean I had one those cries where you have snot running out of nose and your face is all read and wet kinda cries. So the managers call me into their office and wonder what in the heck is wrong with me. In between sobs I explained to them. They told me to give it a week and the problem would be solved. So, I gave it a week. After all, I decided to put my big girl panties on just hang in there.
Total silence. From what I heard from maybe 2 of the 50 people that work there, I was told that the Big Guy called everyone into his office indiviually and snapped! Apparently, this isn't the first time that this happened. I'm just the only one that talked to superiors about it BEFORE they quit. So now that everyone is ignoring me. I'm having such a better week. I would rather be ignored than be treated like something less than human. So week 3 has been so much better. Maybe next week, they'll start talking to me. Who know and who cares. I'm trying not to be bitter but after all I am only human.