Training

I started training a girl at work today. I had been dreading work all day because of this. Not because I'm not damn good at my job, but because I am >too< good at my job. I don't have the paitence to train people. I expect too much out of them. I don't want to have to baby people. I want to tell them once how to do something, and have them catch on. I don't want to have to explain something simple to them while I have a huge line forming.
How little did I know that it was my lucky day. This girl was quick and fun to hang out with. She did so well that I ended up splitting my drawer with her and letting her do most of it on her own. I showed her once the proper way to take a check, that was all that was needed. She took the rest of the checks without a problem, when I checked them, she had all the needed information on them. At the end of the night, we balanced out our drawer and we ended up being only fifty six cents over. Which, by our standards, is damn good. Not only that, but we managed to run nearly three hundred and fifty people between the two of us. Now, that isn't a whole lot, considering I can do four hundred and sixteen on my own, but, it was pretty good for her first day. She even managed to catch a shoplifter.
The worst part of the night was about ten minutes before I left. I went over to the deli to get it all ready for the next shift and some asshole was complaining about how weak the coffee looked. Not in the mood to put up with his shit, I went and drained the coffee, using a small piece of garden hose. Then I started a new pot with a little extra grounds in it, and went back up to help customers. Then a customer comes over and tells me that the coffee pot is overflowing. No big deal since it happens all the time, if it is not COMPLETELY empty, it overflows. So, again, I start to hook up the hose so I could drain enough to stop it from leaking and this asshole reaches over just as I am about to connect it and says " Let me help you" just before he flips the spout and coffee starts flowing out, all over my damn hand. It hurt like hell. I jerk my hand back and he starts laughing and walks away. The pain was so intense I nearly passed out. I am a woman who has given birth to three kids with no drugs. One of them weighing in at one ounce shy of ten pounds and the little buger was only an inch shy of two feet. I can take pain. So, now I have a nice big burn on my hand and wrist. Should make work interesting tomorrow.
Well, I think that's about all I have to rant about for now. Too tired to do much else. Hubby and kids cleaned house today. Even moved the stove to clean, and cleaned out the fridge. I love inspection time.

Nikki