Promotion

I went in to Beefs on Wednesday and I was automatically bummed when I saw the red F-150 parked out front. Yep, Captain Braceface was in the house. Whenever he is in the resturant, there is a proverbial black cloud over everyone's head. Nobody can be themselves when he's there. Nobody respects him.

However, when he leaves, it's like winning the lottery. All you have to do is say "Rob left" and a god damned party breaks out in the kitchen. Strippers, a DJ, and even those strobe light things that EVERY club has these days.

But, back to my story.

After I clock in for my shift, Rob comes up to me as I'm wiping down the line. He starts off by letting me know I've been running the expo station for the past two weeks. I think he was attempting to compliment me or something, but being the awkward mess of a conversationalist he is, it didn't come out as such.

Rob then procedes to bitch about every little thing. That's when I knew it had happened. He didn't even have to tell me... I was getting a promotion.

See, Rob doesn't actually tell someone that they messed up or he's unhappy with what they are doing (unless it's in the middle of a rush). He tells either the assistant manager or the kitchen manager who then has to relay the message.

This little bitching session Rob was going through with me was my clue that I was going to be in some sort of leadership role. After a few minutes of telling me how to do my job (which I've been doing for 6 months now, most of the time with really shitty pay) he lays on me that I'll be "Shift Leader" for the night shift which includes a 50 cent raise... starting at the beginning of the next pay period.

I automatically wanted to call bullshit since I should be getting the increased pay right away with my promotion. Or at the very least it should start the second week of the pay period. It's not like it's hard to change it in the computer or whatever because he did it before with my last raise. One week was the crap rate, then my new rate the next week. (This will be brought up after the meeting on Monday)

This promotion should also solidify getting 30 hours a week (not counting the week of my birthday, or the weekend I go to Chicago in July, or Fort Wayne Day, or whatever other day I might request off between now and when the Fall Semester starts).

Downside: Rob will actually talk to me. Fuck.

It's gonna be hard not to punch him in the face.

~Nate-O