Neilson Black
01-20-2012, 01:29 PM
Hello Everyone. I'm new here and like to join the love of sharing stories with everyone. I've started off with this one to get the sharing going.
Personality Ladder
Busy places to work can be a good thing or a bad thing. That was a bad way to put it. High pressure environments explains it better because that's what they are if you're looking at it from the employers point of view. It's only busy to the customer because they don't have to deal with the pressure.
Starting any job is always nerve racking if you've had experience in that field or not. It's all about getting used to your surroundings. That's how it is with the living, no-one is superman even if they claim to be. Restaurants are challenging places to work, more challenging than for what it's worth I'd say. The demanding of the hours you work and the level of the pressure can get too when the entire floor is sat and all in full swing of their main course, all for minimum wage. There has to be a crutch somewhere, something not quite right in something, something the staff aren't being told. Whatever it is, it's almost irrelevant because restaurants are never short of employees or CV's flying through their doors.
The new guy was the quiet one. He wasn't actually quiet. In his own life outside of work, a personal life, he was open, talkative and sociable, he was that type. In the restaurant he was the same too, the all important core of all traits, himself. However in an environment that's new to a person, like the restaurant was to this guy, you can easily be seen as the porter guy, nicknamed "the goblin" behind your back by the other employees. None of them are necessarily any better than you. Some may have restaurant experience, others not. But at the end of the day it's just down to social class; working, middle and upper. And in a place where work is situated in a sociable unique selling point, ones place is defined and guaranteed with no obligation of parole.
The new employees name was Drake and he was an extremely hard worker. That pure quality came proudly and only found in it's mother, the working class. He applied for a waiter position as part time for extra money. He wanted the extra money so it seemed, it was something that was out of his comfort zone and he thought it would be fun. He got the position which was fantastic. He showed a focused work ethic which was also balanced when it came to the team player aspect on his trial. It looked set. He was signed up on the books and rota and he looked like the new pioneer waiter of the team. That was the case, the full case and nothing but the case. Totally. Until he got inside the doors and started the job for real.
As I said before, any new environment takes getting used too for the person. I missed out that that also counts for everyone else in that environment too. Drake was working hard which was nothing anything less than unconditional of him. But, it wasn't good enough. He started out as the waiter with all the good jobs the waiter does like taking food and drink orders, socialising with the customers about things that were meaningful, taking the payments and taking the bookings. But as time went on he slowly saw himself disintegrate down to the undermining role of the bus boy, only running the food and clearing down the tables. The dog work with only the power of forced socialising such as "did you enjoy your meal?" with small talk polite responses that have to respond like"Yes thank you" and you leave.
Drake didn't know why this happened. He also wasn't the type to speak up immediately. He'd speak up only when he was backed into a corner long enough. A placid one and was something that he needed to work on soon or he'd find he'd go through his entire life being that way. Besides all the other restaurant staff were more experienced than him and had been there longer, so he accepted the situation at first and thought maybe that was just how the place worked.
Right can't come from wrong though, even though it may seem it at first. Inevitably the cracks which come along with wrong will show and Drake knew he was getting treated unfairly, so the day came when he pulled the waiter staff up about it. He was met with blank responses. He then went to the manager. He was met with another blank response.
Drake was pissed off, anyone would be when they know they're getting kicked around because they can. He was in an environment that was new to him, OK, but he still wanted to have closure in his mind as to why they did it. Could it be because he was just a part timer when the other staff were full timers? Could it be because he was new to this type of work? Whatever it was, he was turned on, he was made out that he was going to be something then when he's in he gets de-promoted to something else. In the end if he thought about it anymore it would probably give him brain damage, so he just accepted it, his place and got on with his job.
Never in no way was Drake going to quit, out of defiance that he didn't want to lose to them. In his eyes that's what it came down too and who could blame him? He was right and they were wrong, in the wrong being they deceived him. Good will always triumph over bad and Drake's right eventually uncovered the truth in the restaurants wrong and the answer finally came to him. He didn't fit in.
It was nothing to get too worked up about. They were just different, and so was he. And in an environment where social class is what brings the customers through the door, of course the higher social class will get the higher social roles. But. What Drake had what none of the other waiters had was potential. Potential for greater things when the rest were going to be stuck working in a restaurant or something of that sort for the rest of their lives. Drake was different alright and let me tell you exactly how.
Outside of the restaurant Drake was a millionaire. A millionaire from his own business he started from scratch as a one man band. He simply did the restaurant as a hobby and something to do. That was his place. The restaurant didn't know this and why should they? It had nothing to do with them. In the bigger picture, Drake was much higher than the restaurant, leagues. In fact the other waiters didn't even get going because their ladder was up against a different wall entirely.
When Drake found this answer, satisfaction wasn't good enough to describe it. In his x marks the spot standing position when waiting to clear down tables, he had an uncontrollable smile plastered across his faces so smugly the customers thought he was nuts because they thought he was smiling at them for no reason. You have to go through the rough to get to the smooth to find your place in any situation or environment. When Drake found his place there he looked at the restaurant with new eyes, proud that a superstar as high as him had done it again.
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Personality Ladder
Busy places to work can be a good thing or a bad thing. That was a bad way to put it. High pressure environments explains it better because that's what they are if you're looking at it from the employers point of view. It's only busy to the customer because they don't have to deal with the pressure.
Starting any job is always nerve racking if you've had experience in that field or not. It's all about getting used to your surroundings. That's how it is with the living, no-one is superman even if they claim to be. Restaurants are challenging places to work, more challenging than for what it's worth I'd say. The demanding of the hours you work and the level of the pressure can get too when the entire floor is sat and all in full swing of their main course, all for minimum wage. There has to be a crutch somewhere, something not quite right in something, something the staff aren't being told. Whatever it is, it's almost irrelevant because restaurants are never short of employees or CV's flying through their doors.
The new guy was the quiet one. He wasn't actually quiet. In his own life outside of work, a personal life, he was open, talkative and sociable, he was that type. In the restaurant he was the same too, the all important core of all traits, himself. However in an environment that's new to a person, like the restaurant was to this guy, you can easily be seen as the porter guy, nicknamed "the goblin" behind your back by the other employees. None of them are necessarily any better than you. Some may have restaurant experience, others not. But at the end of the day it's just down to social class; working, middle and upper. And in a place where work is situated in a sociable unique selling point, ones place is defined and guaranteed with no obligation of parole.
The new employees name was Drake and he was an extremely hard worker. That pure quality came proudly and only found in it's mother, the working class. He applied for a waiter position as part time for extra money. He wanted the extra money so it seemed, it was something that was out of his comfort zone and he thought it would be fun. He got the position which was fantastic. He showed a focused work ethic which was also balanced when it came to the team player aspect on his trial. It looked set. He was signed up on the books and rota and he looked like the new pioneer waiter of the team. That was the case, the full case and nothing but the case. Totally. Until he got inside the doors and started the job for real.
As I said before, any new environment takes getting used too for the person. I missed out that that also counts for everyone else in that environment too. Drake was working hard which was nothing anything less than unconditional of him. But, it wasn't good enough. He started out as the waiter with all the good jobs the waiter does like taking food and drink orders, socialising with the customers about things that were meaningful, taking the payments and taking the bookings. But as time went on he slowly saw himself disintegrate down to the undermining role of the bus boy, only running the food and clearing down the tables. The dog work with only the power of forced socialising such as "did you enjoy your meal?" with small talk polite responses that have to respond like"Yes thank you" and you leave.
Drake didn't know why this happened. He also wasn't the type to speak up immediately. He'd speak up only when he was backed into a corner long enough. A placid one and was something that he needed to work on soon or he'd find he'd go through his entire life being that way. Besides all the other restaurant staff were more experienced than him and had been there longer, so he accepted the situation at first and thought maybe that was just how the place worked.
Right can't come from wrong though, even though it may seem it at first. Inevitably the cracks which come along with wrong will show and Drake knew he was getting treated unfairly, so the day came when he pulled the waiter staff up about it. He was met with blank responses. He then went to the manager. He was met with another blank response.
Drake was pissed off, anyone would be when they know they're getting kicked around because they can. He was in an environment that was new to him, OK, but he still wanted to have closure in his mind as to why they did it. Could it be because he was just a part timer when the other staff were full timers? Could it be because he was new to this type of work? Whatever it was, he was turned on, he was made out that he was going to be something then when he's in he gets de-promoted to something else. In the end if he thought about it anymore it would probably give him brain damage, so he just accepted it, his place and got on with his job.
Never in no way was Drake going to quit, out of defiance that he didn't want to lose to them. In his eyes that's what it came down too and who could blame him? He was right and they were wrong, in the wrong being they deceived him. Good will always triumph over bad and Drake's right eventually uncovered the truth in the restaurants wrong and the answer finally came to him. He didn't fit in.
It was nothing to get too worked up about. They were just different, and so was he. And in an environment where social class is what brings the customers through the door, of course the higher social class will get the higher social roles. But. What Drake had what none of the other waiters had was potential. Potential for greater things when the rest were going to be stuck working in a restaurant or something of that sort for the rest of their lives. Drake was different alright and let me tell you exactly how.
Outside of the restaurant Drake was a millionaire. A millionaire from his own business he started from scratch as a one man band. He simply did the restaurant as a hobby and something to do. That was his place. The restaurant didn't know this and why should they? It had nothing to do with them. In the bigger picture, Drake was much higher than the restaurant, leagues. In fact the other waiters didn't even get going because their ladder was up against a different wall entirely.
When Drake found this answer, satisfaction wasn't good enough to describe it. In his x marks the spot standing position when waiting to clear down tables, he had an uncontrollable smile plastered across his faces so smugly the customers thought he was nuts because they thought he was smiling at them for no reason. You have to go through the rough to get to the smooth to find your place in any situation or environment. When Drake found his place there he looked at the restaurant with new eyes, proud that a superstar as high as him had done it again.
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