My Experience At Pizza Hut

My first paying job was at the age of 16 for a brand-new Taco Bell with an all-girl crew. Now that I’m reminiscing of those times it brings back good memories of hard work and fun times with a new set of people (co-workers and customers). It was such a learning experience, for me personally having this job was a life saver and helpful money wise. I was a junior in high school and had a lot of extracurricular expenses that at that time my parents didn’t have the means to help with. It was challenging to keep up with my grades, afterschool programs and work but I made it happened with a lot of courage not to quit and learning time management. My parents were proud of me for keeping it all in control and not falling behind in my school work. Working at this fast food restaurant helped me with so much experience in customer service and hospitality.

There was a crucial period in my life when I felt dependent on my parents: preschool. At that time, my mom quit her job to become a full time mom and my dad

One of the first jobs I ever got when I was younger was being a cashier at a Save- a Lot grocery store. I was 15 years old and I absolutely loved that job.

began in grocery, since then I have worked as a deli/bakery clerk, a retail sales associate, and

Jarrett Krosoczka presented a Technology, Education, Design (TED) Talk on July 2014 titled “Why Lunch Ladies are Heroes.” He presented his purpose, to get society to thank people more often, to an upper class audience. Krosoczka hopes that by thanking a person each and everyday we can make an impact in others lives. This idea is shown through him telling a story about how his thank you changed a lunch ladies life. Krosoczka does a fantastic job at persuading readers by pulling at their heart strings, playfully speaking to the audience, and allowing people of all ages to be able to listen to his powerful speech.

I began working at the age of eight years old at the restaurant. For me it was exciting, I wasn’t doing anything that I did not do at home, but I was making money. For an eight year old it was like allowance but it was much more than any of my friends. My dad admired the fact that I always worked extra hard, but little did he know that I saw what happened to my older sibling who were trying to live a normal teenage life, and being shunned for not wanting to give their all to his dream. I was eight years old, I really did not have a choice. By the time I was ten years old, the restaurant had been going pretty well, so dad decided to open a candy store next door to the restaurant for guess who to manage, yes me. I was his pride and joy and he knew that with my hard work that I would be a success. Of course at ten years old, I was completely excited for the opportunity. Little did I know that the people that I would be managing would be my older siblings who were not to excited about having to answer to a ten year old.

I pushed my bangs back from my face as I tapped lightly on the back door of my new job, Egg & I. I had been a server before at Cracker Barrel, which was twice the size of this new job and open much later as well, so I wasn’t worried about my last day of training before I was put on the floor by myself. One of the cooks opened the door for me and I muttered a shy ‘thank you’ before walking toward the computer to sign in. I slowed down as my eyes landed on the herd of servers huddled around my boyfriend of five years, DJ. He had gotten a job at Egg & I two weeks before me and, after telling me at length how much better this job would be than Cracker Barrel, I applied and immediately got the job.

When you think of your first job, a lot of us think of our teenage years when we needed money to go out with friends and keep with the latest trends. During this time, we took any job we could get, from fast food

Next, I was a shift manager or person in charge (PIC) at a local rollerskating rink. By the time I was 16 I was working as a PIC and then by 17 I was the sales manager. In both rolls I had to make sure things were going smoothly, people were where they were supposed to be, and resolve any problems.

We pretty much got used to being alone. I got used to watching my dad leave us and my mom got used to doing things a man would around the house. There was nothing that we could do we had to let my dad leave us because he had to work he had a job to do. My job was to try make my mom a happy person.

When my parents became separated, I lived with my mom most of the time. Since her priority was her business, she would come home late every night. Found myself home alone mostly every day and night. My mother got very sick because of the stress she obtained from working

When I think about my red house, a free and easy feeling rushes over. Worries consisted of macaroni being too hot, swinging too high, and Dora, my first dog, pooping in my room. With bookshelves filled with stuffed animals and countless Pooh Bear toys, I was always content. The playground in my backyard provided days of fun, and nights in my mom and dad’s bed gave me peaceful and comforting sleep, preparing me for the next day of work. The kitchen was where I liked to claim I “worked”. Although I didn’t do a lot of the actual cooking, I liked to be there while my mom was. A love for cooking and baking developed at a young age, around the same time I realized I wanted to be just like my mom. The song “Best Day” by Taylor Swift perfectly describes

In 1986 my mom, Jennifer, started waitressing at Frisch’s when she was 16. After high school, she decided not to go to college because it wasn’t a big deal to further your education in her family. While working at Frisch’s she made great friends and life long memories. She had a few customers that were regulars that always tipped her nicely. One of the men who came in was a truck driver who always ordered the breakfast bar. My mom said he always

Crash. One, two, no, three plates hit the floor. I could for all intents and purposes feel my spirit drain from my body as that sound rung throughout the restaurant. I paused for a moment to recollect my thoughts, looking up to see a collection of dirty plates, bowls, and pans stacked nearly a foot high on the shelf and beginning to collect around my feet as there was nowhere else to put them. With a stack of plates so tall, the grease had allowed a plate to slip and take several others with it to crash onto the stone floor. Ah yes, this was dinner hour, the busiest hour of the night, on Friday, the busiest day of the week in general, and it was my first week on the job. Straightaway came the manager, Rachel, as well as a few of my coworkers. She looked to see glass scattered

Hometown Pizza has been extremely successful in the United States. As you requested I have looked into our own success and I believe it is now time to expand our business. I believe that it is time to expand our business internationally. In order, to expand our business and help us be successful internationally I have been looking into Pizza Hut and their success. To help understand Pizza Hut’s success internationally; I have chosen the following nations to help better understand their success: