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IT'S MAH BIRFDAY!!
17 years ago
Dal Capo al coda.
WHERE R CAEK!?!?
What better way to spend a birthday than working all night, then running off to McDonald's for a free chicken burger thing that will prolly make my stomach hurt, and give laxitives a run for their money!? What, I pray thee, WHAT???
It's so far definitely been one birthday for the books. I've been putting in lots of overtime at work lately, so that's why I've been so silent. Ugh, so sleepy...
Anyway, I've been working as a baker now for Panera Bread (since no real art job has ever called back.), and our particular restaurant is franchise owned-- not corporate. So evey eight or nine months an inspector is sent to make sure we aren't soiling the great name that is Panera with our heathen ways.
As a test of some sorts, my trainer (and coworker) decided I would be graded, rather than he this night. He felt I was ready to stand before the great so and so of Paneria. ;P
Everyone told me there are only two things considerred in these evaluations: The final product, and the cleanliness of the restaurant and equipment.
Sure enough, the corporate fellow loved my bake, and everything went perfectly. He didn't even say anything about how clean everything was. He took 20 points off of my score after he told me they just recently started a new policy about putting bags over all the racks of finished bread, then told me I did the icing wrong on the pastries, after he originally told me he loved how they all looked.
So instead of a level 3 baker, I'm a level 2 with a crappy score of 89. (still decent, but nothing to crow about.)
Really, I don't even know what all the numbers mean. He told me my bake was a 91, which is supposed to be high, but what does all this mean? Are there like, differrent scores with the totals averaged in? I don't know...
My trainer was steaming mad over the whole ordeal, and even the district manager was a little confused with the scores the guy gave me. (and his reasoning) She told me out loud while standing next to the guy she would've given me at least a total score of 96... I guess in some attempt to maybe sway his decision?
Way to go, corporate america in screwing the little guy out of even an inconsequential rating on paper. My pay rate doesn't change, so the least you could do is make me feel like I achieved something, and have me happily do your bidding. Good thing I'm not planning to make this my career. Sheesh...
At least it's over, and I finally get off on Sunday, and can finally get a good chunk of R&R with a delicious paycheck loaded with overtime awaiting my coffers! And the main objective (which is to save up lots of money to do with as I please) is plodding along in the right direction. My health benefits/insurance should kick in soon, too. Yay! Dental and optical!
Anyway, so I'm 28 now, and am still plotting to somehow circumvent turning 30 in the future, with no success. Kudos to whoever read this whole thing. I want... i NEED to work on some art and music... 'Been wanting to do that for a while, now...
Old and cranky,
Rindimo Cheetah. ;)
What better way to spend a birthday than working all night, then running off to McDonald's for a free chicken burger thing that will prolly make my stomach hurt, and give laxitives a run for their money!? What, I pray thee, WHAT???
It's so far definitely been one birthday for the books. I've been putting in lots of overtime at work lately, so that's why I've been so silent. Ugh, so sleepy...
Anyway, I've been working as a baker now for Panera Bread (since no real art job has ever called back.), and our particular restaurant is franchise owned-- not corporate. So evey eight or nine months an inspector is sent to make sure we aren't soiling the great name that is Panera with our heathen ways.
As a test of some sorts, my trainer (and coworker) decided I would be graded, rather than he this night. He felt I was ready to stand before the great so and so of Paneria. ;P
Everyone told me there are only two things considerred in these evaluations: The final product, and the cleanliness of the restaurant and equipment.
Sure enough, the corporate fellow loved my bake, and everything went perfectly. He didn't even say anything about how clean everything was. He took 20 points off of my score after he told me they just recently started a new policy about putting bags over all the racks of finished bread, then told me I did the icing wrong on the pastries, after he originally told me he loved how they all looked.
So instead of a level 3 baker, I'm a level 2 with a crappy score of 89. (still decent, but nothing to crow about.)
Really, I don't even know what all the numbers mean. He told me my bake was a 91, which is supposed to be high, but what does all this mean? Are there like, differrent scores with the totals averaged in? I don't know...
My trainer was steaming mad over the whole ordeal, and even the district manager was a little confused with the scores the guy gave me. (and his reasoning) She told me out loud while standing next to the guy she would've given me at least a total score of 96... I guess in some attempt to maybe sway his decision?
Way to go, corporate america in screwing the little guy out of even an inconsequential rating on paper. My pay rate doesn't change, so the least you could do is make me feel like I achieved something, and have me happily do your bidding. Good thing I'm not planning to make this my career. Sheesh...
At least it's over, and I finally get off on Sunday, and can finally get a good chunk of R&R with a delicious paycheck loaded with overtime awaiting my coffers! And the main objective (which is to save up lots of money to do with as I please) is plodding along in the right direction. My health benefits/insurance should kick in soon, too. Yay! Dental and optical!
Anyway, so I'm 28 now, and am still plotting to somehow circumvent turning 30 in the future, with no success. Kudos to whoever read this whole thing. I want... i NEED to work on some art and music... 'Been wanting to do that for a while, now...
Old and cranky,
Rindimo Cheetah. ;)
Well you can easily avoid 30, but then that sorta implies avoiding 31, 32 ...
Eagerly awaiting artwork of feminine felines, WolfIan.