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On Monday, I start serving at Hard Rock. I'm incredibly nervous, because I requested certain trainers who I have a good repore with, and was given none of them. The trainer who has to pass me on my final day, who gets to decide whether or not I can actually wait on tables, is the one person in the cafe who I feel a distinct tension with. I've been studying the menu all week, and it's still a huge jumble in my head. I have no idea to what level I'm supposed to know this stuff. Am I actually expected to know every ingredient and every add on for over 100 items? Am I expected to know what's in all the menu drinks?
The odd thing is that the trainers I asked for are all hardasses who really know their shit. I didn't pick people who would pass me without really considering my ability. I wanted to be challenged and to be treated fairly. I'm afraid that's not going to happen, and I'll be pushed too hard, and won't pass my validation test.
I'm also very self-consious in the damn dress that I have to wear. It's been really nice just wearing jeans and a t-shirt while barbacking and bussing. We're not allowed to wear tights with the dress, which means that my bare legs, covered in scars and ugly veins (not to mention incredibly white) will be there for the world to see. I never wear skirts without tights, and I don't own a pair of shorts that doesn't touch the tops of my knees, at least.
Hopefully, I'll be able to make more money in the long run...I hope I've made a good decision in doing this. It's completely out of my comfort zone, and I'm really worried about it.
The odd thing is that the trainers I asked for are all hardasses who really know their shit. I didn't pick people who would pass me without really considering my ability. I wanted to be challenged and to be treated fairly. I'm afraid that's not going to happen, and I'll be pushed too hard, and won't pass my validation test.
I'm also very self-consious in the damn dress that I have to wear. It's been really nice just wearing jeans and a t-shirt while barbacking and bussing. We're not allowed to wear tights with the dress, which means that my bare legs, covered in scars and ugly veins (not to mention incredibly white) will be there for the world to see. I never wear skirts without tights, and I don't own a pair of shorts that doesn't touch the tops of my knees, at least.
Hopefully, I'll be able to make more money in the long run...I hope I've made a good decision in doing this. It's completely out of my comfort zone, and I'm really worried about it.