Yes, that is a selfie. So sue me.
I am officially employed again. It's not the career job I wanted, but because SIUE is such a wonderful school (eye roll) my degree won't be complete until I finish this unpaid internship that starts next week. So in the meantime I had to find a job that would allow me to continue to live with the two crazy boys in my life. Carrie has been working at TRH since January, so that's where I ended up. I'm actually really excited about it. Mainly because you can make some killer tips, if you're friendly, which is something I might have to work pretty hard on. Joking. Kind of.
Monday was my first night of training and it was slightly overwhelming. And by slightly I mean extremely. I guess they start training on Mondays because they're usually not that busy but it was Labor Day and everyone decided it was TRH day as well. We were swamped. So I was thrown right into everything. I mean, I was shadowing a trainer but still. I also haven't worked a job that requires me to stand on my feet for more than five minutes to walk from my desk to the fridge and back in almost five years. So there's that. After Monday night I wasn't quite sure if I was going to but cut out for it. My short hand on all the orders I took consisted of only one letter for each thing. Like if someone ordered a 6 oz sirloin, medium well, with a baked potato loaded and green beans it looked like 6oz SMWBPLGB. Like what the hell even is that? Oh, and they do line dances there. I tried learning one, which only lasts 1.5 minutes and when we were done my legs felt like jelly. I need to go to the gym. I mean it's only been about 247329 years since I've been.
But then Tuesday everything went a million times better. I practiced more on the computer which is going to take a minute to learn since there's five million buttons. I was really fast on the computers at McDonalds, a skill I'm sure everyone wishes they had, so I'm hoping that once I get the hang of these computers I'll be as fast as all of the other workers. And don't even get me started on holding a tray with all that food on it. So heavy. I'm the weakest person in the entire world so holding on of those bad boys is my worst nightmare. My trainer last night had me carry a huge, heavy box around on the tray while practicing picking up a tray stand. I looked like a huge idiot but I really think it helped. By the end of it though my forearm was throbbing. Again, I need to go to the gym. But my short hand got a lot better, I got new notepads and pens so I was able to organize the orders better, and my trainer had me greeting tables and taking their orders so I feel a lot better about this job. It's still really overwhelming but I feel like I'm going to be able to do it.
One of the cons of this job is the fact that I don't get home until almost 11 each night and we all know my bed time is strict 10 pm. I don't even have to look at the clock at work to know that it's almost 10 because I start getting super sleepy. Luke doesn't care that I work on my feet all afternoon/evening either because he doesn't want to go to sleep when I get home and then likes to get up in the middle of the night and early in the morning. So that's been super fun. I may be a little crabby right now, but I'll get use to it.