Prelude:
My hiring manager was the bomb.com. Seriously, he actually made me want to work at Hooters (not that I wasn't excited enough already!) more than I did myself. We'll call him Saint. So we did the standard Hooters Girl Image expectations and he gave me a run down of the online scheduling system and other things. Got my white Skechers and was stoked beyond belief. My whole entire training was in one week so things looked good. Up until then atleast.
*btw: I'm not a synic, although it may seem so after this paragraph. You've been warned! lol*
Day 1 of Training:
I went with a very open mind to say the least. Wasn't expecting anything and had no pre-meditated opinions on my future comrades. On the online schedule site, it was said that I was supposed to be with a girl named J. Walking up to the stairs I actually see J, and say hi in a polite way and introduce myself, and all she said was: "Yeah, I'm your trainer" with a kind of mean demeanor. I ignored it and sat wit her in a table, which was obviously to her dismay. She was really cranky to begin with and kept on whining the whole time about how she "wasn't in the mood to be fucking training." Nice. We began the meeting before the shift a while later, and it seemed very chill. Some girls came up to me while others didn't but hey, I was the new girl right? So as the store opened J (which reminded me of Michelle Rodriguez) began explaining to me all of the things we had to do in a rushed tone. I honestly couldn't get anything she said because she wasn't clear, so I had to ask other girls. Now, the reason why she reminded me of Michelle Rodriguez is because she is like a lean, mean, fighting machine. Shes hardcore and has a no nonsense attitude. J really didn't rub me the right way at first, and she kind of annoyed me but the day went on and I kind of put her in the back burner. I met some other new girls, all of the being either really nice, conceited, or bitches. As the day shift ended we said goodbye and awaited my second day of training, which was again with J and a night shift.
Day 2 of Training:
Just in time for the shift meeting, I was next to J and listened to all of the things the managers had to inform us about and how bad the girls' service was . I kind of had a feeling that service was lacking, but when corporate wants to pull out automatic grat for a week to make you work for your money, it gives you a sense of how the employees are at this Hooters. None of the girls that night were nice and all were bitchy, even to their own tables. So I once again did my own thing again that night. J was tolerable but still kept whining about how she didn't want to train me. I basically did all of her work for her and enjoyed the customers . That's pretty much all the positive that came out of that night. At night, all the girls have to walk out together and cash out together, so while awaiting for all of this I got a sense of how the HGs at this Hooters were: annoying, uneducated, and not willing to go out of their way for anything, including their customers. The night manager was the same one from the day before so we left pretty early. Sigh.
Day 3 of Training:
At this point, I wasn't too confident about going in for my third day. I had a new trainer and was a little terrified she would be like J. To my surprise all the girls were nice including my trainer. This was probably the only training shift I was actually trained. My trainer, which we'll call Eva (because of her resemblance to Eva Mendes) was excellent. She was extremely nice and taught me everything I needed to learn. She had been an HG for two years and was loved by everyone. Now, the night was a sucess but at the end was quickly tarnished by the manager of the night, which I'll call Douchebag. Douchebag is about 23 years old and thinks hes the pimp daddy of Hooters. Seriously guy? He made me feel uncomfortable a few times when I was around him and he was too touchy touchy with the other girls. Tried to hit on me but failed. Another asshole-y thing he did was say "So some people gave me a good compliment about your service" Me: "Oh really? Thats surprising , I can't believe it!", him "Yea, me either (sarcastically)." Ugh. Someone needs to punch him.
Day 4 of Training:
Family emergency, didn't show up, and honestly, really did not want to be there anyways.
Day 5 of Training:
Ahhh, lovely day five. Trying to be the positive person I am, I strolled in peppy, especially since it was hostess shift. We were incredibly busy, but hey, I needed some experience right? Met my training hostess who was real nice, and away we were. Saint told me I wasn't in trouble but that I needed to make up for Day 4. Fair enough, I had to at some point anyways. But of course, all the rainbows and butterflies dissapeared when Douchebag was the one and only manager on the floor. Now, not to put every little detail here , I'll just summarize how he was:
1. Too Touchy- Douchebag, all because all the other girls here let you massage them and touch them doesn't mean you can touch me. So get your nasty hands off of me, I'm working at Hooters not at the massage therapist office were its a free for all. And you're not cute; you're actually a whining loser.
2. Rude- Douchebag, all because you don't want to be here, don't try to rub your pathetic attitude on me. I'm new, so stop picking on me; the fact that I can't read your mind and that no one wants to help or explain, especially you isn't helping. Don't call me "the stupidest person on the planet that can't follow directions" , because this is exactly why I'm going to college and am gonna finish my degree, so I don't have to deal with imbeciles like you . Oh, and since when were you the judge of whos pretty or not to get hired here? Don't try to come up to me and talk shit about the poor girl who needs a job and judge her beauty, because the last time I checked , you're so desperate that you hit on your own employees.
So..with all of this going on for a durating of 7 hours, I make friends with the cop guarding. Probably the only good cop I have ever met in my life who seems to have a big heart. Bought me a coffee and we began to talk about my aspirations in life and his life as a cop. He was actually stunned that one of us had a brain. I told him I felt uncomfortable, and Officer G had my back. I told him the managers were douchey, he told me to tell him if I had an issue and he would settle it. I stuck to his side all night since we were the ones manning the door, and he actually told me something that made me wake up and realize that Hooters was the last thing that I was supposed to be doing with my life:
"NK, you seem like a really nice girl with little tolerance for the kind of BS that goes on in this place; money is good here, but weigh your options and if you have a back up plan, get out."-Officer G
Now that's an unbiased opinion from someone who had only known me for a few hours. So when douchebag said that I could leave, I get out as quick as I could, waited for my trainer to take her to the bus station, and got the fuck out of Hooters.
Got home and told the boyfriend about what happened, and he went to my online schedule thingy, gave up all my shifts, and I wrote an apology email to Saint. My trip at hooters was DONE.
This was about a week ago, and I'm glad I have retired that uniform. I really hope corporate reads this, because this place sucked to be employed at. I never want to be demeaned by a manager like that or my fellow employess ever again. I'm better than that. I was hoping for an exciting experience like my fellow HG bloggers but alas did not. I will update with everything else this coming week, but this will definately not be the last post in my blog, just a little name change and we're back to business.
<3
NK
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