Yesterday was my first close. Let me start by saying, lets hope and pray that every restaurant has someone as anal retentive as me. Becomming vegan made it easier for me to stop eating out since 95% of the menu is ruled out. (Usually)
Last night, I closed the dining room. There are some very bad couples in history, but no pair equates with the messy customer and the lazy fast food worker. There is a checklist of things to do in our closing, if it is done every night, then it takes no time at all to complete. However, you have a crewperson who just wants to go home after they close the dining room, and let me tell you.... I won't divulge what I found, and what I ended up cleaning up, but I will tell you that at one point I had to stop and fan myself, get some crackers and try to think of anything that I possibly could. And believe it or not, the worst spot wasn't in the men's restroom, although that did come up a close second.
Now, I have been moved to a training store for 4 weeks, and I will be learning every single position that there is to operate. Then I will go to a different training store and learn the managerial duties and paperwork.
To be a training store, one would think that everything should be top notch, clean and efficient. I looked at that place and thought to myself, "I can't believe they are sending me here to train. This place is filthy in comparison to both of the stores that I have worked in." Not to say that it is unsanitary, or that food shouldn't be served there, just to say that it is cluttered and they are obviously not performing the cleaning chart. When you stop doing that, the whole store just looks run down.
Anyhow.
Today I suffer from a malaise that is very similar to jet lag, considering that I closed last night, and did not get to sleep until about 4 in the morning and did not wake up until 10-ish. I close again tonight, and hope that I can get some things done.
I have 1.5 hours every day to do reading/writing. That means that I can review anything that I need to review. And I fill out little papers on my progress for the week, and I can watch the oh-so-nifty-made-in-the-fifties position videos. Ok, I exaggerated. But they are really dryer than a mouth full of sand in the sahara.
At the moment, I am only interested in eating raisin bran, with extra raisins, and a slided banana, in vanilla soy milk. I do not know if it is because I lack the desire to actually open a can of soup, or *make* something (heaven forbid) But, really, it's all I want...
I did take pictures of the gypsy skirt, but it will have to wait to be uploaded. I am currently skurrying about with a yule celebration this weekend.... (hence why the malaise is inconveniently timed.) Not to mention, my computer seems to be exceptionally slow this morning, and I don't have the energy to fuss with it. Even though I have an absolutely brilliant picture that I can't wait to put on line.
Gah, I hate this, I feel like it should only be 10a.m., but it's 12:31. My future schedule has no resemblance to anything routine. Can't wait to get back to my store with a real manager and real crew.
Wah.
I'm out.
Moo.