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July 22, 2008
I was a kid once, too. So I get it. All the wierd quirks. The risk taking. Breaking all the rules. Accidentally dropping dad's box of freshly-tied hooks and creating a tangled mess that made him cry like a baby when I wasn't looking. Using mom's pans as my own personal drum set - making her yell at me in a crazy voice I had only heard in Disney movies. Being an adult really isn't so different except the stakes are higher and instead of having to face the wrath of your parents you face the wrath of your local law enforcement. And the one time The Husband used my pans as his own personal drum set I threatened to cut him off all the main food groups. (He, too, cried like a baby when I wasn't looking.) But I was different than most kids in that I had a job - early. I was one of those annoyingly responsible kids who had to back out of a few games of Kick the Can so I could get to Mr. and Mrs. Thompsen's on time. The first step in the employment pool came in the form of babysitting. And I was fierce. Not only did I babysit I cleaned the house, did the dishes and cooked quasi-gourmet versions of macaroni and cheese, and did a little dusting when Timmy would nap. I was in demand, and I was paid well. Beyond wanting to do a good job for people, (and my crazy love of money) I had parents who demanded it of me. And it wasn't so harsh that I was sweeping cinders while everyone else was all dressed up for the ball, but the rules were pretty clear - no hard work, no ball. And forget about the fancy shoes. And they led by example. They continue to lead by example, and I have to be honest to say that sometimes I wish they would both sit around in their underwear wiping Cheeto Cheese on their t-shirts and belch loudly so I could maybe not be so demanding of myself and learn to chill once and a while. But I don't think that is in my DNA, really. Though making a good martini is, so I do suppose it all balances out. That and all the spilling. Anyway. It is pretty exhasperating to me when I face issues with employees who cannot - or will not - do the simplest of tasks, or follow pretty reasonable rules. And I should clarify that by employee I mean the teenage kids who float through my place begging for a job - any job. And in this business, that means starting out behind the sweaty steamy dishwasher. But it's a start. It's how I started in this business, and I get that it sucks. It's a hot, dirty, demanding job. But it's a start. Right now I've got a kid working nights. He does a great job... when I can get him to focus. He goes along great until he gets distracted by something shiny - so you can imagine the chaos that ensuses when he sorts silverware. And he's a good kid, I like him a lot. But that whole distraction thing and his aparent short term memorly loss issue make me feel like I repeat myself over and over and over and over. To the point where I am sick of my own voice, and sick of sounding like a nagging troll. But when I say, "No iPod at work", I mean no iPod. That doesn't mean if I can't see it, it's OK. Or OK when I am not around. Or OK if you don't dance. It is just not OK. I mean, you need to be able to hear people. You need to know when someone is walking behind you with a pot of hot stock or a knife. Or a roaster pan full of hot soup. And if someone calls for plates they don't want to see you gettin' low. So last night I walk in and his shirt collar is up and his head is bobbing. And short of doing his Danny Zuko impression I know he has earbuds nestled in his years. I said his name - and got nothing. So I walked up and stood right behind him, close enough to see if he had lice, and he took a step back and slammed right into me. He froze. I said nothing. We stood there for a minute in that akward position until he finally broke. "Would it help if I said I was listening to books on tape."
Posted by Foodwhore at July 22, 2008 12:01 AM
Beautiful! It's not just kids though, it's 85% of the population that have an attention span of a beagle. Love the writing! Posted by: Bill at July 22, 2008 01:29 AM That is an insult to a beagle, ever seen one hunt? I ran a dish machine in college and hated it, on the other hand I could run it by myself and the food director over paid me by 50%. I spent a lot of time at the dish machine. Posted by: ntsc at July 22, 2008 05:33 AM So, why is he still there? He's learning that you don't really mean it when you tell him the rules. Posted by: Maxie at July 22, 2008 07:40 AM He gets points for being witty at any rate. Perhaps there's a compromise? He could bring in a radio and that way he doesn't have to have the world-blocking iPod buds in his ears and you can have some control over how loud it is by merely turning it down. I've worked in a kitchen as the Slice Girl because I got to be in charge of ALL the sharp thingies. And a whole heck of a lot of cleaning and I would have loved some music. But I sucked it up, went without, got to know the staff and learned to love them instead of the music. And then they brought in a stereo, bless them. Posted by: Kit at July 22, 2008 08:35 AM Gotta agree with Maxie: the best thing you could do for him is to fire him now, while he can still learn the lesson. Also, it'll make the other employees realize that you mean what you say. Business is a (hopefully benevolent) dictatorship; rules is rules. Some kids learn it at their parent's knees, others (like me) needed it beaten into them (figuratively). Posted by: John at July 22, 2008 08:38 AM Hi. New to your blog. Great writing. Loved it hat you went home and ate Cheetos. When in distress, junk food and all that. As to the kid, I think John and Maxie have it right and so do you to a certain degree but in this matter, your heart is being too tender. He could hurt himself and others. Do what you must do and take him back if he learns the lesson. P.S. I wish my babysitter was like you were. Posted by: Milena at July 22, 2008 09:39 AM My husband and I are the same kind of worker you are! My Kids SEE The examples... LIVE the examples, and act like they are being murdered, ostracized and tortured because we want them to do things like we do. They compain and witch so much you would think THEY NEVER saw a ball, or a cheeto... which is totally not true. When we leave it up to them to do the right things with cleaning ect.. .they just DONT/WONT. I sigh and worry. And then, I go visit my son at work at the mall in the teenybopper shoe store and his boss says to me, " That boy of yours is great! I never have to tell him what to do or anything Awesome with the customers." I stare at him. Blink. Are. you. talking. about. MY. boy? He nods his head, all the earings in his eyebrows wagging at me... and says Yes. Off with the music, or Out of the shop.. I say! Posted by: Karen at July 22, 2008 11:46 AM My boss had the same problem. He had a staff meeting and said that if his whole kitchen staff could afford ipods, then he paid them too much. If they didn't want a paycut, then they should not bring in cellphones or ipods where he could see them. He then bought a couple of walmart stereos. Now everyone can listen to music and he can control the volume. It actually improved productivity in the wait staff when we got one on the front line because it's easier to walk with a spring in your step when you're listening to Micheal Jackson and you're doing the moonwalk. Posted by: Leslie at July 22, 2008 12:43 PM Hmm, my oldest just turned 13 and we go through the same ballet every day. But I don't pay him, nope. And double hmm. Of course it would depend upon the person, but firing the employee could very well not help him out. If he's a good kid, he can learn, it just isn't going to happen over night. I was that kid, but I worked at some corporate head quarters in the facilities department. Man, I was a fricken mudhead. But the people around me saw something worth while and took the time to beat me enough, hard enough. It takes a while to "get it", and truly understand what that means. I'd never wish being 20 on anyone. xo, Biggles Posted by: Dr. Biggles at July 22, 2008 01:32 PM I'm a college prof, and I see the same thing with my students. They have learned that rules don't really apply to them. I get a certain kick out of explaining that they are mistaken about this fact at the end of the semester when they start begging for exceptions. But I am so much happier with the students who don't make me have that conversation over and over again. Posted by: C at July 22, 2008 04:07 PM
Isn't that an OSHA violation? Posted by: redbraid at July 22, 2008 05:42 PM Actually, if he does it again, now that he's experienced that what you're been warning him about is actually a genuine problem, then it's time to fire him, for being unable to learn. I think one of the dangers of growing up in the current over-protective- Helmets! Constant Supervision! Don't do that! It's NOT SAFE!-environments is that many kids think all adults are constantly overstating dangers ... which only fuels their hormonal sense of immortality in the teenage years and makes it even harder for them to learn where the line between "thrilling" and "stupid" lies. Not, of course, that being your dishwasher is so thrilling, but it seems like he was making this into a "stupid rule about The (Wo)Man quashing my artistic freedom" rather than "a good rule that ensures I don't get three gallons of scalding soup stock down the seat of my pants and an embarrasing set of butt scars to explain to any and all future girlfriends."
Posted by: pelican at July 23, 2008 07:26 AM I've been a silent reader for a while... Just thought I should comment this time since we shared the same childhood-- except for the getting paid well part. I got paid crap, but boy did they keep calling. It wasn't until I got babysitters for my own kids that I realized that babysitters don't put food away, clean dishes or pick up after little Timmy. Too late for me... Posted by: Alexa at July 23, 2008 04:11 PM Long time reader, first time poster. You went and hired my son didn't you? I refer to him as "the smartest dumb kid I know" for a reason and you just summed it up perfectly. Posted by: Rhonda at July 24, 2008 03:43 PM When we had Ice Cream stores we told our employees that they couldn't have friends visit them because they would get pressured into giving away freebies. We explained that this could get you fired. Then we would go out into the dark parking lot at night and watch through the window as they gave free Cokes to their friends. We would walk back in and explain that they had just used up their free pass. The next time meant out the door. Some got it. Some didn't. Keep the kid, but tell him he has used up his free pass. He might end up like the kid we kept on the payroll for seven years. (Or he might end up like the kid who, as we were firing him said, "You're not my Mom and Dad!" Posted by: Old Geezer at July 24, 2008 06:50 PM Would those have been the Flamin' Hot variety? Con Limon? Posted by: stine at July 25, 2008 05:13 PM Sadly, it's not just teenagers in their first jobs; it seems to be prevalent in people just out of college -- they don't think the rules apply to them, but they think they are entitled to raises every few months, flexible hours whenever they want, and no oversight. it's frustrating. Posted by: j at July 25, 2008 08:33 PM |