So, back in high school, I used to work in a pizza shop. It was part of a major chain (won’t say which one), so let’s call it Major Pizza Place. While working at MPP, I tried to make sure that I was always working as hard as I could because hey, if you can’t be proud of your job, at least be proud of the job you do, right? Right. So, after about a month, I had the respect of our managers and drivers and in-store employees (read: phone bitches). After about two months, I had been given full authority in the store, allowed to do any of the standard managerial duties if called for.
After a few more months, I was nominated for an assistant manager’s position (due to the leaving of our current one). Corporate stepped in and decided that an 18-year-old who had been with the company for less than half a year was not suited to be in management (also cuz I’d probably be off to college soon), so they sent in their own new management staff to replace our current lineup. I wasn’t that terribly disappointed, since it wouldn’t have changed my job all that much. Mr. P, who took over for Mr. N, was our new general manager. He was very efficient and very hard-working, and respected anyone who worked in the same manner. No troubles there. Our new assistant manager, however (more…)