I find it flattering that I have been charged with the task of drastically improving the service of my friend’s cafe. Though I have told him countless of times that I am NOT a miracle worker, his desperation has drove me to accept the challenge. I start in a couple hours time in not so ideal conditions. Its Labors Day today so I can imagine the crowd that would be there, I have a sprained ankle that has reduced me to walking speeds of 2km/h and I have started with a 2pm to closing shift. It will be a hard transition from doing nothing to being entirely busy.
Scenarios have been running through my head on how I’d be accepted by the other staff. Would they embrace me with open arms or will they resent the fact that the boss has brought in a friend to boss them around? I have absolutely no idea the procedures and policies of his franchise. The only thing I can bring is the combined 4 years of experience of working in the F&B line, the combined 7 years of being a total devout slave to girls and the total of 25 years of looking good no matter what the circumstance.
The only other main reason why I accepted his offer is to generate more money for my Philippines trip, which is happening very very soon! Philippine Isles, here I come! Oh darn! I still haven’t negotiated my salary yet. Oh well.
The thoughts of the wild 