Urg.
Managing foodservice in a retirement home is nothing like managing a kitchen in a restaurant.
So. Much. Fucking. Paperwork.
In a restaurant, if I need to hire a cook or server, it just boils down to, “Are you experienced? Great! Can you start tomorrow?”
In a retirement home, it’s more like, “Are you experienced? Great! Now I need you to come with me and submit to a drug test. You passed the drug test? Great! Now just fill out this incredibly complex consent form so that we can perform a background check on you to make sure you’ve never done anything that would disqualify you from working with vulnerable seniors! And then wait for the results to come back. If you pass, I’ll give you a call and I can get you working!”
I hired one cook who passed his drug test, passed his background check, and, when we put him to work he turned out to be completely awesome. Then he quit after two days because the kitchen was too hot for his obese ass.
See, as “Dining Services Manager” in this corporate atmosphere, I don’t have to just do paperwork regarding the food ordering and hiring. Corporate gives me a shitload of paperwork to fill out regarding the overall quality of the service and the food and the cleanliness, to make sure things match up with their marketing … If I was the official, salaried manager, and I had a full crew complement, I would have a free day every week to get all this paperwork filled out. I would work two evening shifts on my evening cook’s days off, and I would work two morning shifts on my morning cook’s days off, and the fifth day would be paperwork day. But since they make it so damned hard to actually hire somebody, I’m working every damned day on the morning shift, showing up at 5:00AM to get breakfast and lunch ready, and then staying around until 4:00PM or later trying to get all this paperwork done …
And meanwhile, because I care about the residents of this retirement home, I have also been performing maintenance services because we are currently lacking a maintenance man*. A couple weeks ago, I went into one of the public restrooms near one of the dining rooms, and noticed that the toilet seat had a crack in it. I recognized that somebody was going to sit on that and get pinched. So I got the Home Depot credit card from the big boss, went to Home Depot and purchased a new toilet seat, and installed it myself. A week later, in another restroom, I noticed that the toilet seat was loose and could potentially cause a resident to fall. I got out my wrench and tightened those fucking bolts.
As mentioned elsewhere on the SDMB, I have worked under four previous managers. Now I am dealing with all the shit they didn’t take care of. I have gotten our walk-in cooler fixed. I have addressed the lack of proper tools in the kitchen. I’ve addressed the fact that the ice machine is not functioning properly. I am addressing the fact that we don’t have enough flatware to set the tables properly.
Did I mention that I’ve worked under four different managers since I’ve been here, and none of them took care of this shit, despite me repeatedly pointing out the problems? There is a fucking budget for buying this shit, and all they had to do was, once a month, buy some shit, to keep us supplied.
So now I am forced to go way over budget to buy this shit that should have been kept up all along. How can I yell at my servers for not setting the tables properly when they don’t have the shit to set?
Now, today, I had one of my 16-year-old servers talking to me privately. She showed up after a couple days off, and found that there were rumors of her stealing money from the residents. (I have a guess who’s starting these rumors*). She was worried that the “big boss” was going to hear this and fire her. I told her that what she should do is go to the “big boss” herself and report these rumors, before the “big boss” hears them second-hand. She told me she was intimidated by the “big boss”, so I promised her I would go with her. I don’t believe the rumors; the employee in question would have had no opportunity to steal money from residents. Given that the “big boss” is out of town for the next week or so, I recommended that she speak with the HR Director to report that another employee was spreading rumors about her. I told her, “that’s the HR person’s job to investigate these things.”
- The same caregiver** who, a few weeks ago, I found in my kitchen, cussing out this particular server at the top of his lungs. I told his manager, the next day, that if he has a problem with one of my people, he needs to come talk to me, not stand in my kitchen cussing loud enough for everybody outside the kitchen to hear.
** My “big boss” asked me if I had a problem with this guy, and asked that, if I had a problem with him that I should take him aside privately and express my concerns, because, “he’s really good with the residents”. Oh no. Fuck that shit. If this guy wants to come into my domain and cuss out my people loud enough that the residents can hear him through the (fucking thick) kitchen doors, then I’m going to fucking call him out loud enough for everybody to hear.
*** YES, I have a problem with this douchebag. When we have our mandatory monthly staff meetings, this guy won’t shut the fuck up, feeling like he has to verbally comment on every fucking thing that anybody says (thinking he’s being funny), ultimately making the meeting drag on far longer than necessary.