Becoming The Overman

THIS LOOKS LIKE it's going to be TERRIBLE...

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker at 12:52 AM | Permalink | Comments

I WAS TALKING to my Dad about all the problems I've been having with my old manager and getting a new job, and he surprised me by actually making me feel better; it should be noted that my father usually gives advice, as well meant as it may be, by yelling and insulting me, so these moments are much appreciated.

He said two things in particular. The first was that if I wanted him to he would go down to Ruby Tuesday and threaten to kick Fred's ass if he kept bullying me around -- a threat he claimed that no one has, as of yet, called him on, but one that he promised he would deliver.

The second thing he said was in response to my worries that Fred could just say bad things about me to every person that I tried to get a job from, effectively ruining my college career. He said, "There is nothing he can do to hurt Cody Walker."

I laughed in disagreement.

"No," he said again. "There is nothing he can do to hurt Cody Walker. And I'm not saying that to feed your ego, I'm just saying it as a fact. Don't concern yourself with him. He doesn't have any power."

And I guess that got me thinking. I was going to keep calling the district manager, complaining until I got a response, until I realized that they were the ones that lost me, not the other way around.

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker at 5:11 AM | Permalink | Comments

IT'S OFFICIAL. I've been, as my mother so eloquently puts it, blackballed from yet another restaurant. I put in my two-week notice at Ruby Tuesday -- to which they responded, not with a meeting or any questions whatsoever about why I was quitting, but by taking me off the schedule after the first of my two weeks was over -- to work another job where I could utilize my skills better. That process was taking a lot longer than I had hoped, so I applied to work at the Ruby Tuesday at 40-42. After they spoke with my old manager they said, "Based on what Fred had to say, we're going to pass on the opportunity to hire you." Fred was my old GM. I asked what he could have possibly said about me that was so terrible, and she said she couldn't say.
Mother.

I asked her if she had spoken to the district manager, which is what she said she would do and why I was told to call back later, and she said she had not because, "Your district manager didn't work with you, Fred did."

"Well," I said, "my district manager did work with me, and I believe she would have more positive things to say about me than Fred." After I called Fred -- he ignored my phone calls for over thirty minutes -- to get the district manager's number, I called her and left a message stating I was confused how a server with the highest sales in a store and the best personality was being banned from working at a Ruby Tuesday. She hasn't called back. I will.

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker at 2:34 AM | Permalink | Comments

I DIDN'T THINK I'd be nearly as excited about this movie as I am.

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker at 1:31 AM | Permalink | Comments