What, do you suppose, I’m to make of this? While at work last night, I happened to notice — purely by accident — that there was a sign posted near where the schedules are displayed — a sign asking folks who are interested in MY job to just go ahead and put their names on a list — you know, for consideration. It only initially caught my attention because I thought it was a sign-up sheet for something fun — like a softball league or a bowling team. I like softball. I enjoy bowling. So, imagine my surprise when I realized what it truly was.
I know that I often talk about serving/bartending, but on the weekends I am scheduled as a “Service Professional”. Mainly, due to the fact that they refuse to pay me in a separate check for the hours that I log in this position, I function as a “Food Runner” and, as a result, get tipped out by the servers and the bartenders. This is the only way I can do the job and still manage to make a living — because no matter how much a person is being paid per hour as a “Service Professional”, if they also work as a tipped employee, ALL the “hourly” wage from the “Service Professional” job class is eaten up in taxes. So, to solve this problem, I essentially do two jobs at the same time. It isn’t lost on me that I may well be the only idiot who would even consider doing two jobs at the same time. In my defense, it didn’t start out this way. It kind of just evolved into it. It suits me, though, and I’m relatively happy with it.
Not to pat myself on the back or anything, but I really feel that it’s important to note that I don’t have the type of job that just anyone can do — although I’m sure quite a few folks THINK they can do my job. Some of them probably even operate under the delusion that they can do it even better than I can. If I’m reading the handwriting on the wall properly, this delusion may also be shared by management. My job title and the responsibilities that come with it require years of experience, extensive training, and more than a dash of intuitiveness. It’s not for the faint of heart.
It will be interesting to see how this all plays out. My guess is that they will “sell” this job to someone young and unsuspecting — they’ll invest time and money in training that person and then that person will come to realize that they just cannot make a living doing the job for the fifteen hours a week that the company allots for this job class. Busier stores are given more hours for this position; we only get the fifteen.
As a result of this cockamamie process, we agreed — management and I — that I would work as a food runner, but that I would also be required, as situations presented themselves, to function as a “Service Professional” — which, I do. Some shifts I feel much like Bartholomew Cubbins — in that, I wear many hats.
It has been working out just fine or at least I thought it had been. I’m not sure what’s changed. Certainly no one has had ANY conversation with me regarding my job performance. In fairness, it may well have nothing at all to do with me — I’d like to think that’s true. It may be a directive from “on high”, for all I know. Whatever their reasons, it would have been nice to have been informed. I would feel a whole lot better about it if I didn’t just happen to stumble upon the “handwriting on the wall”.
photo credit: “Help Wanted”