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This is a good omfg, jsyk.
I just became a trainer at work. THIS IS OFFICIAL, SERIOUS BUSINESS. I had to go to a "Train the Trainers" class today--and found out that for every person I train who makes it through the 90 day training/probationary period, I get a $100 bonus. AND I AM ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH MY OWN TRAINING/PROBATIONARY PERIOD. GUYS, THIS IS AWESOME. People who have been working here for four-plus years haven't been made trainers.
I was completely blindsided by this, because when I got my schedule on Monday night, it had my usual time, then for this afternoon after my shift was over it said "Training: location" added on, and I was kinda confused because I thought I had finished all the training classes I was supposed to take. I was off Tuesday so I didn't get a chance to ask about it then, but this morning the KM told me he wanted me to be a trainer, and that was what the class was about. I was all, okay, cool. Then (this is the absolute best part) right before I was finished with my shift and getting ready to go to the place the class was being held, he told me to think of something to make for the demonstration for the ROLE PLAY that was going to occur during the training. MEEP. I had to train one of the other class members on how to make one of our dishes, and then let them train me on something else (remember that I work for a huge ass management company that runs multiple restaurants and hotels in the area, so it wasn't just people from the restaurant I work in). I decided to just grab the stuff to make one of our deserts, a fancified banana pudding, because the custard and whipped cream was already made, and I would just have to assemble it (and that ended up being the most complicated demonstration, lol).
But you know what? I did okay. I was shaking a little bit but I managed to speak clearly and it wasn't even all that bad. I really, really don't know why the hell the KM is in my corner, but thank fuck he is, because if he wasn't I probably wouldn't have lasted even this long. Even the GM is starting to act kind of friendly? Most of the time I am pretty good at controlling visible signs of my anxiety, but the week before last, I was very obviously struggling to keep my shit together. But I kept my shit together and I think that maybe impressed them? That and the fact I actually know how to do my job, stupid mistake aside (and I immediately owned up to my mistake instead of trying to throw someone else under the bus). And also thank fuck the KM has also figured out that in this type of situation it's best to just throw me in the river and see if I swim, because if I had known about this a week or even a few days ago, I probably would have had another panic attack, because public speaking, even in front of just ten or twelve people, is huge HELL NO. Surprise!Public Speaking sucks, but not as bad as when I have time to let the dread build up to full force, you know?
Dare I think that this might just be the place where I break into management?
I just became a trainer at work. THIS IS OFFICIAL, SERIOUS BUSINESS. I had to go to a "Train the Trainers" class today--and found out that for every person I train who makes it through the 90 day training/probationary period, I get a $100 bonus. AND I AM ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH MY OWN TRAINING/PROBATIONARY PERIOD. GUYS, THIS IS AWESOME. People who have been working here for four-plus years haven't been made trainers.
I was completely blindsided by this, because when I got my schedule on Monday night, it had my usual time, then for this afternoon after my shift was over it said "Training: location" added on, and I was kinda confused because I thought I had finished all the training classes I was supposed to take. I was off Tuesday so I didn't get a chance to ask about it then, but this morning the KM told me he wanted me to be a trainer, and that was what the class was about. I was all, okay, cool. Then (this is the absolute best part) right before I was finished with my shift and getting ready to go to the place the class was being held, he told me to think of something to make for the demonstration for the ROLE PLAY that was going to occur during the training. MEEP. I had to train one of the other class members on how to make one of our dishes, and then let them train me on something else (remember that I work for a huge ass management company that runs multiple restaurants and hotels in the area, so it wasn't just people from the restaurant I work in). I decided to just grab the stuff to make one of our deserts, a fancified banana pudding, because the custard and whipped cream was already made, and I would just have to assemble it (and that ended up being the most complicated demonstration, lol).
But you know what? I did okay. I was shaking a little bit but I managed to speak clearly and it wasn't even all that bad. I really, really don't know why the hell the KM is in my corner, but thank fuck he is, because if he wasn't I probably wouldn't have lasted even this long. Even the GM is starting to act kind of friendly? Most of the time I am pretty good at controlling visible signs of my anxiety, but the week before last, I was very obviously struggling to keep my shit together. But I kept my shit together and I think that maybe impressed them? That and the fact I actually know how to do my job, stupid mistake aside (and I immediately owned up to my mistake instead of trying to throw someone else under the bus). And also thank fuck the KM has also figured out that in this type of situation it's best to just throw me in the river and see if I swim, because if I had known about this a week or even a few days ago, I probably would have had another panic attack, because public speaking, even in front of just ten or twelve people, is huge HELL NO. Surprise!Public Speaking sucks, but not as bad as when I have time to let the dread build up to full force, you know?
Dare I think that this might just be the place where I break into management?
