Work Experience
We've got a work experience kid in for a couple of weeks and he'll do anything you tell him to... He's was in the server room most of yesterday monitoring the network activity lights - he almost missed his lunch till we took pity on him.
We are bastards.
How bad was your first experience of work?
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 9:45)
We've got a work experience kid in for a couple of weeks and he'll do anything you tell him to... He's was in the server room most of yesterday monitoring the network activity lights - he almost missed his lunch till we took pity on him.
We are bastards.
How bad was your first experience of work?
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 9:45)
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When I used to manage a hotel restaurant in ugh, *shudder*, Bradford, some five years ago, the powers that be (general managers) told me I would be taking on two local schoolchildren for a fortnight's 'work experience'.
The first one was a regular little scamp, a lot like Tucker out of Grange Hill. He was so scruffy that I was told he was not to go near the customers. Or go in the kitchen.
The second, a young, er, lady, looked about 30 (whilst only being 14). She was covered in scabies or eczema, she was bloody flaky. As such I was told that she too was on a strict 'no guests, no kitchen' rule.
So. There I was, sitting in the restaurant bar and trying to work out what the hell to do with two waiting staff who could not go near the guests nor enter the kitchen.
Two weeks of polishing cutlery, candlesticks, light fittings, trays, anything remotely shiny, the poor buggers.
I rewarded their efforts with the finest referral letters and the pick of the complimentary mints. I'm a great boss!
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 11:18, Reply)
When I used to manage a hotel restaurant in ugh, *shudder*, Bradford, some five years ago, the powers that be (general managers) told me I would be taking on two local schoolchildren for a fortnight's 'work experience'.
The first one was a regular little scamp, a lot like Tucker out of Grange Hill. He was so scruffy that I was told he was not to go near the customers. Or go in the kitchen.
The second, a young, er, lady, looked about 30 (whilst only being 14). She was covered in scabies or eczema, she was bloody flaky. As such I was told that she too was on a strict 'no guests, no kitchen' rule.
So. There I was, sitting in the restaurant bar and trying to work out what the hell to do with two waiting staff who could not go near the guests nor enter the kitchen.
Two weeks of polishing cutlery, candlesticks, light fittings, trays, anything remotely shiny, the poor buggers.
I rewarded their efforts with the finest referral letters and the pick of the complimentary mints. I'm a great boss!
( , Thu 10 May 2007, 11:18, Reply)
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