Received a second promotion at work, and a pay rise!
Good times!
There are people blogging on here that were born in ‘98?
The fuck…
Whenever I hear, “There’s a special place in hell reserved for…” I can’t help but think how insanely well organised Satan must be.
Absolutely manic. I’ve been running the pass for a little while now, but today out of nowhere it became ridiculously busy. Tables of 9 booked in (that my front of house staff kindly forgot to tell me) and two full ticket rails full - so around 25+ covers at a time. Constantly. But I smashed it.
Feedback was amazing. I lead the team well.. Despite being fucked by a lack of communication… And was told I’m gaining my own style/ people can tell when I’m worKing pass due to quality etc.
All of this was seen by my NVQ assessor who was amazed at the level of food being sent out, and really impressed. “You’re miles ahead of a lot of other people I know with your experience.” boom.
Fucking good work day.
It’s like fucking speed I swear.
I’m going to live in a castle with a dog named Horse.
Life’s going pretty damn well lately.
I’ve received a promotion at work, and I’ve been told I’ll be getting another one soon. It’s gotten to a stage where I actually look forward to going to work (as much as I enjoy moaning about it!).
I’ve almost paid off all the money I owe, and I’ve started to build up some more savings ready for the holiday.
Finally, I have the most amazing girlfriend - incredible, loving and beautiful. (sorreh… heh)
Shit’s good.
My first shift running the kitchen in the evening on my own.
I had nothing but positive feedback, comments from the boss on how my meals were the “sharpest plating he’s seen,” and smashed out a busy as fuck service.
I’ve also been told in a few weeks I should be getting another promotion. Fuck yeah.
