Have you ever wondered what it's like working somewhere?
I might be able to tell you....

This is a summary of all the places I've worked in the last decade. You can decide whether I'm really bad at jobs or really good at interviews. Maybe it's both.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Workplace 35 - Luscious


Lush is lushtastic. Is fantastic and bombastic and enthusiastic and amazing and other words that you use when you are way too excited.
Before I worked there I was a fan but after working there I’m like the new guy in the cult – everything is the most amazing ever!! So please forgive me if this comes off as preachy, or worse, like being spammed with junk mail. If it helps you can replace every ‘Lush’ reference with a word of your own choosing. (eg. Pants.)

While I was working at Hexters (see previous post – why aren’t you reading these in order?!) I started looking for somewhere else to pay me, as minimum wage in Canada is really really minimum. I handed out a bunch of resumes at the local shopping centre, Market Mall, but didn’t hear back from most. Darn foreigners, out to steal jobs I assume was the response. But I walked into Lush, found the manager and told her “Hi, I need to work here, this place is amazing. Here’s my resume so you can call me when you get a minute” Sassy as. A few days later they did call me, but they said that they were doing a group job interview session in two weeks’ time and did I want to go. I said yes, thanks, end of conversation. Then I thought, that’s rubbish – another two weeks?! So I drove down there and told them that I would prefer starting tomorrow and would that work for them? Ten minutes of interview later and I started the next day – yay!

A week after that and I was made a keyholder so that I could do the opening and closing and pretty much worked every single day for the next few months for them. If I had a day off and it got to midday I’d start to worry coz I hadn’t been called in yet, but it never got to 1pm without my little flip phone going off. Also, Lush paid me $12 an hour which kicked butt over the bars $8! Woo!

Basically, Lush is a dream place to work. The girls were so fun and energetic, I genuinely believe in the product and we could make our own mix tapes to play in the store. I know it sounds minor but a place that lets you play your own music has the right idea. 
Happy staff –> happy store –> sales.

Working at Lush requires a lot of product knowledge. Staff need to be able to say 3 things about every product, ideally a few of the ingredients and what makes it unique over something else in the range. Also we had to be able to diagnose skin issues/types and recommend products for it that could help or work well. I learnt heaps about different oils/fruits/nuts/ organic products and what they do. Fortunately I found it fascinating so it was easy to learn and I was always hitting the other girls up for more info. We’d talk shop a lot, alternative uses for the products and why certain things work so well or what works best with what. (For instance, if you buy a bath bubble bar and put a little bit of it in with your washing it cleans your clothes and they smell amazing!)

We’d always have shop demonstrations going on and we’d regularly being trying the face masks or foot scrubs or even the shampoo’s/conditioners while we were working so that we knew more about them. Demonstrating the bubble bars was so much fun coz kids would always lose their minds over the giant sparkling bubbles. The other thing we'd do was decorating the store in themes and dressing up for holidays or new product launches. Like when Halloween  happened and it was so crazy! The mall got totally decked out, all the stores went overboard with it and people were walking around in costumes the entire week. Little kids go trick or treating all along the shops and they were so ADORABLE! In my opinion kids who are too little to walk should always be in costumes. 



Management team meeting
We had a shop digital camera and would do crazy photo shoots while we were working as well as taking it to nights out as we all hung out together outside of work as well. My favourite goodbye party when I left Canada was when all the Lush crew got together and we went to a Mexican restaurant - so much tequila!

And the managers would organise closed store parties for the staff and our favourite regulars where we could just go nuts with all the products. We'd give each other facials and spa treatment - just use everything hey! 

Best of all we got to take home heaps of the product, any testers that were too low, any broken stuff or nearly out of date stuff - we used it all! Or if you made big sales  or hit targets you got Lush money to spend so you could get more stuff, AND on top of that there was the 50% staff discount! Oh how I miss the staff discount! It was so clever tho because the more we used the products the more we loved them. Amazing.
But seriously, I miss the 50% discount.

In store staff massage line
Mucking around during Halloween week
Aislinn dressing the window for a new product

I made the Sydney Opera House out of soap!
My best friend in Canada, Jade was our beautiful store fairy this day!
Our fearless store managers =)

Basically it was great fun, great product, great people – I have never come across a better retail job. There were sales targets and competitions but they were easy to hit, you never got told off for not reaching them, there were just prizes if you did. Super motivating. Honestly I would go back to working at Lush in a heartbeat. (If Lush ever open a Toowoomba store I'm just going to send them this as my resume!)

*End of crazy raving cult lady*

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Workplace 34 - Dive Bar


Think of the dodgiest suburban pub you’ve ever been to. The one with the same number of people on a Tuesday afternoon as on a Saturday night. And they’re the same people. There’s pokies in the corner, karaoke once a week and brawls pretty regularly. It smells of stale beer and sweaty people.

That’s where I worked when I moved to Calgary after Summer Camp and my epic road trip. It was on the same street as where I was staying, a few blocks down. And it was…dodgy. I could’ve earnt a lot more in tips at any of the pubs/clubs downtown but I had no idea how to get there or where they were. Gaaah! (Also, bar’s operate differently in Canada so for all you Aussies reading this I’ll explain. The behind the bar staff very rarely talk to customers. Customers sit at the tables/pokies and the wait staff take their orders, put it into the computer system, wait for the bar staff to make it then take it out to the customers who then pay for it. The wait staff keep all the change in their little bum bag (or fanny pack hehe) and at the end of the night count out what they put into the computer then keep the rest as tips. Can’t remember how the kitchen staff and bar staff made their tips…)

So I worked at Hexters. They sold lots of beer, some awful shots and cocktails and had the standard Canadian pub food. Plus wine, in either red or white! The staff never really leave, if they get fired they just come back and hang out as customers so everyone knew everyone. I worked there for about two months, earning $8/hr plus tips. I got to know a lot of the regulars and enjoyed it. It was a relaxed place to work most of the time. People looked out for each other and the little blonde Aussie girl was quiet a novelty. If you ever hear me say my name Canadian style, this is where I started doing it as no one could understand what my name was with an Australian accent.

The most vivid memory of my time there was one night when one of the regulars decided to take offense at something another guy in the bar said and started throwing the pool balls and cues at him. This was after lots of yelling and screaming at each other and a bit of punching… He broke a bunch of windows and glasses and scared the shit out of me. Fortunately one of the old staff members found me hiding under a table while this was going on and quickly got me out the back with the rest of the staff. Meanwhile a different previous staff member (I told you, they never leave) was yelling at him to stop being such a dickhead and she could take him yeah? She was very drunk and pretty shocked when we told her about it the next day. This guy was a true psycho. Anyway, once he’d left the rest of the staff just got on with cleaning up like it was nothing. Apparently it happens often enough to be common place. So we tidied up, gave our statements to the police and knocked off. I was a bit skittish at work after that and apparently the police are still showing up at where I lived even 2 years later for me to make a witness statement. I’m assuming every time he gets caught for something else? If you're in Canada please let them know I've moved on, ta.

Anyway. The other big night that I worked there was when they got a decent sized Canadian band in and the bar was PACKED. Like couldn’t even move packed. This was one of my last nights and I was really looking forward to earning a mountain of tips to fund my couple of weeks traveling to my mates at various snowboarding resorts.  I was kept crazy busy all night, fortunately a bunch of the tables just wanted the same round of beers every time so they’d just wave at me as I was going past and I could bring their orders back as well. Most people were ordering doubles and several drinks at a time coz it took so long to get around everyone in my section. 
My little apron pocket was so full of cash and I was really looking forward to the influx of wealth to my single digit bank account. At the end of the night the other wait staff and I were counting up our tips and it was awesome. Until I got to my total. $100 bucks? $100 BUCKS!?!?! The rest of the girls were pulling in over a thousand and I only got one hundred?!? Recounting made no difference. I wish I could say people took my money. Or that the calculator was wrong. Or even that ….something else. But no. The truth is that I am an idiot. In my rush I somehow missed that a double drink should cost more than a single and spent the night paying for peoples drinks with my own tips. Super sad face! No wonder everyone was so happy to see me and always ordered doubles. I am ashamed.

So after that super disappointment I worked a few more nights to scrape up the tips I could and headed off on my snowboarding journey of awesomeness. That entire trip is still one of my favourite memories but you’ll have to ask me in person as the stories have no place in this blog.

Memorable lessons when working in a Canadian bar – stay out of reach of the drunks, double check the cost of drinks, don’t spend all your tips/pay on the bar food and always know the escape route out the back in case of crazies. 

If you actually want to see Hexters, there's pictures here: http://hexterspub.com/Gallery.php  =) or below are some of my pics from one night there.
 This is me and the other regular waitress - Jess I think??

This is Jess and one of the regulars, a previous waitress and a crazy fun chick