Sheri made me feel much better about myself in a time when I was constantly torn down emotionally by my perfectionist Dad. Her positive comments were welcomed as she told me how wonderful of an employee and person I am and to not get down on myself because no one is perfect. She showed me countless times how proud she was of me and she thinks of me as a son of hers. I started at the restaurant as a busboy/dishwasher and with her positive feedback, it caused me want to work that much harder for her. This is a feeling that I never felt before and it felt great to be appreciated. The dish room that I worked in was cramped, musty and smelled of the garbage can that stayed there all day. The odor of that garbage can was from the remnants of customer’s meals which I dumped in there. Most would say that this would be the last place they would want to be, but this was my sanctuary from the war zone I had at home. She promoted me to a host and said, “It was difficult to promote me because she lost her best busboy/dishwasher.” This made me feel and believe that I am someone special. After about two years as a host, she promoted me to a server. She said, “I can’t hold you back. I will have an enormous hole to fill in my host staff, but you’ve earned this.” She gave me some opportunities to handle some manager duties before I ended my employment at the restaurant because she saw that I was thirsting for more
Sheri made me feel much better about myself in a time when I was constantly torn down emotionally by my perfectionist Dad. Her positive comments were welcomed as she told me how wonderful of an employee and person I am and to not get down on myself because no one is perfect. She showed me countless times how proud she was of me and she thinks of me as a son of hers. I started at the restaurant as a busboy/dishwasher and with her positive feedback, it caused me want to work that much harder for her. This is a feeling that I never felt before and it felt great to be appreciated. The dish room that I worked in was cramped, musty and smelled of the garbage can that stayed there all day. The odor of that garbage can was from the remnants of customer’s meals which I dumped in there. Most would say that this would be the last place they would want to be, but this was my sanctuary from the war zone I had at home. She promoted me to a host and said, “It was difficult to promote me because she lost her best busboy/dishwasher.” This made me feel and believe that I am someone special. After about two years as a host, she promoted me to a server. She said, “I can’t hold you back. I will have an enormous hole to fill in my host staff, but you’ve earned this.” She gave me some opportunities to handle some manager duties before I ended my employment at the restaurant because she saw that I was thirsting for more