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I started a new job about a week and a half ago as a receiving clerk at the new Dave & Busters that's opening up here in Albuquerque. It actually pays pretty well and is less than a five minute drive from my house if I take the freeway. The place is pretty big and I like the people that work there. This being a brand new business that's not even officially open to the public till next Monday, we're all still being trained by people from other locations from all over the country. My position is especially difficult, being both physical as well as much to process and remember at the same time, and so far, it's been "chaos" with so much merchandise and inventory coming in, not to mention 100-200+ people, which includes, employees, trainers, management and the corporate big-wigs coming in as well, you basically have people crawling all over one another trying to learn their jobs and get things situated and organized for opening day, so yeah, I get it, shit gets fucking hectic... Here's my gripe
The first couple days, we were all just unpacking boxes and getting the place set up, the real training for various positions didn't actual start till a week ago, and even then, especially for my position, receiving, it's still very difficult when you I have my own trainer acting like I'm supposed to be able to read his fucking mind and supposed to know every detail about where every product and piece of inventory is supposed to go and be able to quickly find a place for it, I mean seriously, the place can be clusterfuck, it doesn't help when you have barely trained line cooks and the ones working the prep line screwing up our organization. It gets frustrating being told we're doing a great job one minute and being told the opposite the next. I snapped at my trainer today actually and kinda got into it with another trainer from the kitchen staff as well. Fuck that guy...
I'm not from that generation where "everyone's a winner and gets a fucking trophy" nor do I constantly need "positive reinforcement". I can take a punch, so-to-speak and I know it's all part of the process and it's only been a week, I just don't like being talked down to like a fucking child or like I'm stupid, if I make a mistake, pull me aside and explain the situation and the problem, don't stand there and belittle me in front of others because, let's just say, I do NOT respond well to that.
What makes this experience unique, is it's a first for me in the sense that every other time I've started a new job, it's always been at places that the place of business is already up and running and I was the sole "new guy", not one of hundreds, so it was far less distracting and there was someone to train and focus on me and show me what I needed to learn.
I dunno, maybe today was just a rough day... It was definitely one of the most trying...
Turns out, one of the waitresses there, I used to work with her at The Launchpad where I used to sometimes bounce and where my band played numerous times. I had forgotten about her, she's this chick Ashley, who's the girlfriend of Carlos, who used to be the head of security there and who hired me back then. Anyway, I asked her not to tell any of our mutual acquaintances that I work there as I'm still "off the radar" and avoiding all those fucks. She said she understands and is cool with that. Ashley was always pretty cool...
The first couple days, we were all just unpacking boxes and getting the place set up, the real training for various positions didn't actual start till a week ago, and even then, especially for my position, receiving, it's still very difficult when you I have my own trainer acting like I'm supposed to be able to read his fucking mind and supposed to know every detail about where every product and piece of inventory is supposed to go and be able to quickly find a place for it, I mean seriously, the place can be clusterfuck, it doesn't help when you have barely trained line cooks and the ones working the prep line screwing up our organization. It gets frustrating being told we're doing a great job one minute and being told the opposite the next. I snapped at my trainer today actually and kinda got into it with another trainer from the kitchen staff as well. Fuck that guy...
I'm not from that generation where "everyone's a winner and gets a fucking trophy" nor do I constantly need "positive reinforcement". I can take a punch, so-to-speak and I know it's all part of the process and it's only been a week, I just don't like being talked down to like a fucking child or like I'm stupid, if I make a mistake, pull me aside and explain the situation and the problem, don't stand there and belittle me in front of others because, let's just say, I do NOT respond well to that.
What makes this experience unique, is it's a first for me in the sense that every other time I've started a new job, it's always been at places that the place of business is already up and running and I was the sole "new guy", not one of hundreds, so it was far less distracting and there was someone to train and focus on me and show me what I needed to learn.
I dunno, maybe today was just a rough day... It was definitely one of the most trying...
Turns out, one of the waitresses there, I used to work with her at The Launchpad where I used to sometimes bounce and where my band played numerous times. I had forgotten about her, she's this chick Ashley, who's the girlfriend of Carlos, who used to be the head of security there and who hired me back then. Anyway, I asked her not to tell any of our mutual acquaintances that I work there as I'm still "off the radar" and avoiding all those fucks. She said she understands and is cool with that. Ashley was always pretty cool...