Today I take you back to February of 2011. I was 24 years old, and even though I was a successful District Manager for a Dunkin Donuts Franchise in the suburbs of Rochester, I was enjoying the twenties lifestyle so much, that I had to work two other part-time jobs to support it and that box of a studio apartment that I passed out in. Once in a while.
I had just found out that I was going to be a father and I hadn’t quite figured out what my next move was. Like I said, I was working two other part-time jobs. One being a bar back and cook at a local sports bar, I was a bit overqualified for that position but I really enjoyed working there and for the couple that owned it. And the other was a stint on the line at my current full service restaurant company.
I was hired with the company for the first time in late 2004 and though I had transferred and left employment from this company on three separate occasions, I always seemed to wash back on their shores in a moment of need. Whether it was their need or my need depended on the situation.
Now, when it comes to my career. I always have seemed to be in the right place at the right time. “God protects fools and drunks” Anthony Bourdain once said. And this occasion was no exception
Shortly after returning to life on the line that January, I remember how pissed off I was when I was scheduled against my availability to work the garde manger station on random Sunday afternoon. That’s just a fancy term used to make a salad preparer sound more important, which these days depending on your restaurants concept can be very important.
Sunday afternoons were not in my availability and I sure as hell hadn’t worked that salad station in years. Hell, I didn’t have a clue what half the preparations were. But I showed up for the shift without complaint like the good soldier I was. And there he was.
The “he” I’m referring to was none other that the Monopoly Man himself, the Regional Director. He indeed bore a striking resemblance to Rich Uncle Pennybags from the famous board game and today he was going to change my life.
He and I locked eyes immediately. Did the GM schedule me on this shift on purpose so that I would be here when he was here? If so…well played sir. I had worked with this RD before in many different restaurant locations and we had a great history, but I hadn’t seen him since I had left to gain management experience with another company.
And after hearing about what I had been up to lately and my son on the way, he inquired if I would be interested in getting into full service management.
The rest is history. I few rides east, to Syracuse in the winter for interviews and assessments, my POS Lincoln barely making the journey, and it was a done deal. I relocated to Syracuse in March for Manager Training and my climb up the corporate ladder had begun.