First day with the Cournal
and it's already better than Ryan's.
I remember all of Z's stories about the horrors of working in fast food, and in comparison I know it's far more stressful than working in at a buffet. But i must say that my first day in KFC was marginally better than my first day in Ryan's. Training in Ryan's was full of black bitch drama and judgment. But the atmosphere in the KFC I'm working in is far more laid back.
As far as I can tell everyone but the managers are in high school, the guy whose training me an 18 year old named Robert, is fairly laid back and actually let me practice on the cash register (yes I'm a chashier right now) while he watched. Alhough I do believe Robert is a future wife beater, right now he's pretty cool. *I only call him a future wife beater because he's a short guy and he's got that short guy additude about him. As it started to speed up and the other guys in the store started trying to help me he got kinda territorial over me, but there was nothing he could do because he was working the drive through. After that he just stopped talking to anyone until I was assigned to go back to him and him help me again.)
I went in earily because the manager had to go get his wife and daughter out of the hospital. Signed the tax forms and watched the trainging vidieo, you know the one with the over dramatic actors telling you how great the company is and how much you'll enjoy working there. No Cournal Sandaers wasn't a real cournal, he was an honorary cournal, and the guy who started the franchise was named Pete. Go fig. So my manager wanted me start off as a packer but the other woman in charage insisted that she was better at training people than he was and insisted that I'd learn things faster if they put me at the cash register even though he wants me to be a cook.
To my surprise I'm actually learning the register alot faster than I thought I would. It's kinda organized funny but since Robert let me working the register and stands beside me telling me where I'm going and what I'm doing wrong I'm actually picking it up pretty fast. At one point I started to wonder why I was so scared of this thing . . . . Then a man decided he actually had change for his order after I'd opened the register with his larger bill and started at me wondering why I wasn't taking his money . . . . "It's only a dollar extra." he said and I started him confused. Robert calculated it and handed him his change.
Then I tried to give someone $12.46 in change for an $12.46 order.
Then I tried to give someone $12 in change for an order that was $7.
Then I froze when counting change as someone tried to tell me how much their order should be.
Then! the woman in the back who wanted me to be on register my first day demanded that Robert show me how to do the drive though. Robert issited that this was a bad idea. I agreed with him. But she told him to do it seening as how she'd sent the drive through girl home. "Why?" Robert demanded.
"Because she's just standing around doing nothing and we're about to get busy." the she reasoned.
"But she's not ready for that yet."
"She'll learn faster."
So we went over there, to the drive thru where you are timed to get orders done in under a minute.
I only half new the menu and people in the drive through don't how to order af all. SO Robert took over the orders and I took over dolling out change. That was ok (till messing up occasionally but I've started counting change outloud. "Give him another quarter!" Robert would suddenly yell "THanks" I'd mutter.
Then the woman noticed what we were doing. "Hey! You're not making her do it!"
"She can't yet Bev!"
After that she got pissed, he got pissed. And since the other girl was gone Robert had to work both registers. So I tried to work the front register which is when all the other guys started trying to help me.
>>>>
Things cooled off, and slowed down.
Token customer came in asking for Baked chiken, broiled chiken? Anything but fried chicken?" and left with nothing more than a tub of mashed potatos and gravy."
We cleaned up . . . and eventually I got to go home ant 11:30.
Now I haz homework to do.
P.S.
Told Dad about stuff and junk and he's upset that I'm trying to get an apt!
"I don't think I'm ready for you to have an apartment yet."
So now he wants me to call him on his day off so he can talk me out of it.
Meaning . .. I have to go find information on the apartment of my choice and convince him I'm not rushing into this.
Wish me luck!
I remember all of Z's stories about the horrors of working in fast food, and in comparison I know it's far more stressful than working in at a buffet. But i must say that my first day in KFC was marginally better than my first day in Ryan's. Training in Ryan's was full of black bitch drama and judgment. But the atmosphere in the KFC I'm working in is far more laid back.
As far as I can tell everyone but the managers are in high school, the guy whose training me an 18 year old named Robert, is fairly laid back and actually let me practice on the cash register (yes I'm a chashier right now) while he watched. Alhough I do believe Robert is a future wife beater, right now he's pretty cool. *I only call him a future wife beater because he's a short guy and he's got that short guy additude about him. As it started to speed up and the other guys in the store started trying to help me he got kinda territorial over me, but there was nothing he could do because he was working the drive through. After that he just stopped talking to anyone until I was assigned to go back to him and him help me again.)
I went in earily because the manager had to go get his wife and daughter out of the hospital. Signed the tax forms and watched the trainging vidieo, you know the one with the over dramatic actors telling you how great the company is and how much you'll enjoy working there. No Cournal Sandaers wasn't a real cournal, he was an honorary cournal, and the guy who started the franchise was named Pete. Go fig. So my manager wanted me start off as a packer but the other woman in charage insisted that she was better at training people than he was and insisted that I'd learn things faster if they put me at the cash register even though he wants me to be a cook.
To my surprise I'm actually learning the register alot faster than I thought I would. It's kinda organized funny but since Robert let me working the register and stands beside me telling me where I'm going and what I'm doing wrong I'm actually picking it up pretty fast. At one point I started to wonder why I was so scared of this thing . . . . Then a man decided he actually had change for his order after I'd opened the register with his larger bill and started at me wondering why I wasn't taking his money . . . . "It's only a dollar extra." he said and I started him confused. Robert calculated it and handed him his change.
Then I tried to give someone $12.46 in change for an $12.46 order.
Then I tried to give someone $12 in change for an order that was $7.
Then I froze when counting change as someone tried to tell me how much their order should be.
Then! the woman in the back who wanted me to be on register my first day demanded that Robert show me how to do the drive though. Robert issited that this was a bad idea. I agreed with him. But she told him to do it seening as how she'd sent the drive through girl home. "Why?" Robert demanded.
"Because she's just standing around doing nothing and we're about to get busy." the she reasoned.
"But she's not ready for that yet."
"She'll learn faster."
So we went over there, to the drive thru where you are timed to get orders done in under a minute.
I only half new the menu and people in the drive through don't how to order af all. SO Robert took over the orders and I took over dolling out change. That was ok (till messing up occasionally but I've started counting change outloud. "Give him another quarter!" Robert would suddenly yell "THanks" I'd mutter.
Then the woman noticed what we were doing. "Hey! You're not making her do it!"
"She can't yet Bev!"
After that she got pissed, he got pissed. And since the other girl was gone Robert had to work both registers. So I tried to work the front register which is when all the other guys started trying to help me.
>>>>
Things cooled off, and slowed down.
Token customer came in asking for Baked chiken, broiled chiken? Anything but fried chicken?" and left with nothing more than a tub of mashed potatos and gravy."
We cleaned up . . . and eventually I got to go home ant 11:30.
Now I haz homework to do.
P.S.
Told Dad about stuff and junk and he's upset that I'm trying to get an apt!
"I don't think I'm ready for you to have an apartment yet."
So now he wants me to call him on his day off so he can talk me out of it.
Meaning . .. I have to go find information on the apartment of my choice and convince him I'm not rushing into this.
Wish me luck!