Food Service at Great America

Food Service at Great America is pretty freaking awesome. Especially for my first job ever, pretty amazing. My first day wasn't so great. Before I got to work that day, my sister said "Ask them to not put you on register." I kept that in mind. When I came in, another girl was starting her first day also. We were assigned a supervisor to help train us on all the machines. First was ice cream. When we walked in, people kept saying my supervisor didn't know anything. I was thinking "uhhh, okay.." He showed us how to make burgers, the ice cream machine, the garlic fries, etc. All day I worked register. Exactly what my sister told me NOT to do.

That angry lady reminds me of the customer I had to deal with my first day. She was really upset with me because I gave her the wrong change, and had to make her wait (two customers later) to give her the right change. While she was glaring at me, I almost cried. Almost, but didn't, thank goodness. There were some nice people, though. A kind, white-haired old man asked if that day was my first, I said yes and apologized for the delay with his food. He said "It's alright, I have faith in you." That was probably the most kind thing that anyone at my job had ever said to me. What a shame that the man won't remember me, or that he touched my life, especially on my first day of work. This picture isn't him, it's just pretty close. Picture him with longer hair and a bigger face.

Today was my second day of work. I found out today that I forgot to sign out using our system when I left the previous day. Today was alright, wasn't great, but alright. When I went on break for the first time, I was so upset that I couldn't even call my boyfriend. I think it was a customer-related incident, but I can't remember now. All I remember was that I was so upset that I just sat and cried for 15 minutes. When I went back in, everything went much better. Then, when it was time for my lunch break, I called my oh-so-wonderful boyfriend and cried as I told him what happened. Customers were irritated with me because my cash register wouldn't open. Supervisors were irritated because I had to go bug them to help me with my register problems. I ate my lunch and cried, and stuffed chips into my mouth and cried some more. But of course, my boyfriend, mon cher, mon grand, the light of my life lifted my spirits. I blame myself a lot. He helped me realize that the register not opening is not my fault, and it's the supervisor's jobs to help me out. (That second part may have come from another associate.) In short, he is amazing. Without him to talk to I would have cried and ate my lunch feeling miserable, and then went back to work feeling miserable. His pep talk helped me go back to work energized and ready for more. The second part went so much better. Kind of slow, not many people want sushi after 5pm. So I closed up, counted out (which I HATE doing) and got ready to clean up. I felt good after counting out, though, I brought in $1,000 for the company! I contributed! Whoo-hoo!

that's my amazing support system. gotta love him <3