|Is this chicken flicking me the bird?|
That job helped cement a work ethic in me that has not wavered.
I started out the back where nobody could see me. My job was to chop up the chickens not sold the day before and make the chicken rolls.
I would also have to clean out the back and help prepare some of the salads. I kept the fridge stocked with flavoured milk and soft drink.
A couple of times a week I'd be part of the chicken preparation process where the chooks got stuffed, salted and then loaded onto rotisserie poles in readiness for the charcoaling (it's possible I just made that word up).
Once I'd done my time away from the public eye I was able to step up to the counter and serve.
I took orders, worked the till, loaded chips into the fryer, cut up the chickens, served salads, cooked nuggets, prepared the Hawaiian Packs and Dinner Boxes.
When we weren't serving we were cleaning. There was no standing around. Ever. No matter how many times we'd cleaned the counter there was always time to clean it again. Once the counter was done the windows would be cleaned. Over and over and over again.
If there was one thing Mr [insert really long Greek name here] drummed into me, it was to always stay busy.
I worked there for around three months over summer. It was bloody hot. There was a thermometer behind the counter and there were days it registered over 50 degrees. The rotisseries were relentless and it was on these days I would volunteer to do a drinks stocktake in the big walk in refrigerator.
I learned a lot in my first job. I learned what work was. I learned that standing around twiddling my thumbs was not an option. Even when I felt like there was nothing to be done, there was always something to be done.
I had a good coach.
The owner was short, sharp and to the point. "Keep cleaning". "Chop quicker". "More salt." He scared me. However the shop manager was a great work place mentor.
She explained what had to be done and why we did it that way. She showed me what not to do and the flow on effect mistakes could have. She then showed me several ways to do things so I could choose what was best for me and the customers. She explained why it was important for the business that we not stand idle.
I learned more than how to salt chickens. I learned how to be a valuable employee.
What was your first job?
Anyone else ever work in take-away?
How important do you think our first jobs are in shaping us as future employees?
This post topic was prompted by Denyse Whelan Blogs for her Monday linky.