Is it too late to change my mind?

I  may just be too old for this.  It’s 3:30 a.m.  and I just walked in from day two of my new job.  Damn.  I’m.  Tired.  And that’s the understatement of the century.

My work day started out just as frustrating as the others.  Samantha was no where to be found when I got there, all though she did arrive about 30 minutes later.  They had no idea who was training me.  I still don’t have a complete uniform, although I’ll be tested on what exactly that is on Monday.   I’m still not in the computer system so who knows whether I’m actually going to get paid for this or not.  And of course no one did anything about any of this until the last minute and then they all ran around like chickens with their heads cut off.  And just for the record.  Samantha has the personality of a rock.  And that’s being kind.

I finally got a schedule out of her.  I’ve been trying for the past three days to find out what days I’m working, what time I’m working and how long I have to train.  So I finally cornered her tonight and made her decide.  She explained that I had to do six training sessions and that even though I was an old employee I still had to do it all.  She said she was as stickler for every employee going through the full training schedule.  This is kind of funny, because it’s the third time I’ve trained with this company, and as of yet I’ve never done the full training sessions.  So I ask if I could do it over the next six days.  Straight through no breaks so I could get trained and put on the floor making money.  She hesitated but finally said okay.

And my shift started.  The woman training me is quite good, although she’s a little too “by the book” for me.  There are no hard and steadfast rules when you are dealing with the public.  You get about 6 seconds when you walk up to the table to figure out what they are going to be like.  Are they bitchy.  Fun.  Angry.  Easy Going.  It’s impossible to tell until you get there and start to talk to them.  Unfortunately, Ms. Trainer believes that every table should be treated the same.  And so I tried to do that, knowing that in a week when I’m on my own it won’t be that way at all.  That being said, she knows her stuff.  And I learned a lot tonight.  I actually handled her entire station for most of the night.  I only needed help a couple of times for the most part.

At the beginning of the shift she had me set goals as to what I was going to accomplish for the night.  How many desserts could I sell?  How many side items?  How many this?  How many that?  I thought it was kind of silly, so I chose high.  I added about 15 to what I really thought I could get.  She was a little annoyed with me, and told me to be more reasonable.  I then replied with a “why not shoot high.  What’s the worst that could happen.”  When it was all said and done I met every goal by several items except for one.  And in that case I was short one dessert.  She was more than impressed with my abilities.

At the end of the night, I had to meet with Samantha.  She sat down with me, and proceeded to tell me what a wonderful job I was doing.  So much so that she’s changed her mind and I WON’T have to do the fulling training schedule.  I guess that makes me three for three.  Yippee!

So I’ll be done on Monday, and if I pass the test I can start working on Tuesday.  Which will be great since I’ve had no income since July.  I’m starting to get a little poor.

An an entirely different note.  Years ago I worked out at a World’s Gym just north of SOHO in the Village.  It was a small gym, but great equipment.  The nice thing about it was that it wasn’t crowded and it had the best scale for weighing yourself I’ve ever seen.  The scale is about 6 feet tall, with a huge dial that turns when you step on it.  There’s no way to adjust it so it always reads the correct weight.  Long story, short.

(I know it’s too late for that.)

I decided to work out at that gym today.  That location was bought by New York Sports Club several years ago, so my new gym membership works there.  The reason I went was because I wanted to weigh myself.  My home scale is about as reliable as the weather.  I can weigh myself five times and get five different readings with almost a ten pound variance.  It’s a little frustrating when every ounce is important to you.  So I got to the gym and weighed myself.  My weight was exactly what I thought it would be, which made me happy.  More importantly though, the gym was empty.  There were only two people lifting weights and about 3 or 4 doing cardio.  This excites me, because I get nervous thinking about lifting in a crowded gym with a bunch of ripped muscles boys.  This way I can lift, and not be embarrassed because it’s only 5 pounds and can really start to get back into the swing of things.  This gym is a little out of my way, but in the big scheme of things if I’m more comfortable working out there it seems to me that it’s the right choice.  So that’s what I’ll be doing from now on.

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7 thoughts on “Is it too late to change my mind?

  1. Lemuel September 22, 2007 / 05:26

    When I read about your boss and trainer, it took me back to a first job out of high school. It was a “chain” of dairy stores (kind of like a precursor to convenience stores) that had “soda fountains”. (Yes, I was a soda jerk.) My first boss was a “the customer is always right” guy. That’s how I was trained. The company closed his store and sent us to other stores. I went to one run by a “rock” also and she was totally by the book. Luckily I only had to work for her about 2 weeks and then I was off to college.

  2. Kelly September 22, 2007 / 07:37

    Seems like the good momentum is going… keep up the hard work and hard workout (damn I sound like my parents)… continued good luck!

  3. Troy September 22, 2007 / 09:58

    Sounds like you are doing great and just moving right along.

    Training is always an issue. On my current job, I walked in, they told me another Case Manager had just left, here were 75 cases for me, no training at all.

    Keep up the good work.

  4. diamondfistwerny September 22, 2007 / 10:11

    My advice (from a stranger) is t hang in there. If you turn out to absolutely hate it, it always looks better to find another job while you still have one. I learned that lesson the hard way 😛

  5. Daniel September 22, 2007 / 11:14

    Way to go!
    I confess I get impatient with the overly rigid “by the book” types, as things Never work out that way.
    You’ll be raking in tips in no time.

  6. Donnie September 22, 2007 / 13:32

    Congrats on the training going well. I knew you’d WOW your trainer.

    Your new gym sounds great! Having a gym you like going to is half the battle. And congrats on the 42 pounds lost! *big hug*

  7. Jennifer January 9, 2009 / 19:33

    You’re a great writer! I came upon your blog when I googled for images of cheeseburgers (I’m really hungry right now, and stuck at work). Your cheeseburger image connected to the blog about your first day back at the restaurant was the first image that google found for “cheeseburger.”
    I clicked on it and read your blog, and I liked it so much, I continued reading your blog for the next half hour. Thanks!

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