Caddying and working at Bennigan's
It has always been my view that people on the lower end of the social and economic ladder have a much clearer view than those higher up that ladder. You can't B.S. someone who has had to hustle and struggle their whole lives. I still have not figured out if caddying is more like being a waiter at Bennigan's or being a stripper.
I'll explain.
Being a waiter in a chain restaurant is a dead end job. The owners of those chains know it and the employees and managers know it. Turnover rates are astronomical and it is a full time job just to keep warm bodies out there on the floor hawking another order of Turkey O'Toole. So what do they do? Every orientation is peppered with long speeches about all the great opportunities for moving up in our fast growing organization. Inevitably the manager will reveal that he, too, started as a busboy but was now the assistant night manager at the Hwy 49 location, which sold more Sticky Toffe Pudding last month than any other Bennigan's in the Tri-Cities region. I guess someone figured out that everyone wants to feel like they can potentially make a contribution to something larger than themselves. The trouble is, most people are pretty clear-eyed about the lines that are being fed to them and basically looking out for number one. If Houlihan's across the street is turning more tables than Bennigan's, then it's goodbye Turkey O'Toole, hello Chipotle Smoked Chicken Enchiladas.
The same seems to be true in the caddy universe. Most of the guys I've talked to have been doing this for a long time and have just followed the money when it was good, and were down the road to the next club when it got bad. They don't seem to be too long on sentimentality or reflection. And they are certainly not falling for the "management training" dodge. The career looper is no more interested in wasting time training someone just like himself than he would be walking over hot coals. They're hoping for that great 36-hole day when they leave the course and head to the bar with their pockets stuffed with cash, like the stripper who finally got off the lunch shift and onto the Friday night shift at Crazy Horse Too. Titles, regular paychecks and chances for advancement are anathema. Anonymity, cash and the chance to continue to lie low are what it's all about.
I'll explain.
Being a waiter in a chain restaurant is a dead end job. The owners of those chains know it and the employees and managers know it. Turnover rates are astronomical and it is a full time job just to keep warm bodies out there on the floor hawking another order of Turkey O'Toole. So what do they do? Every orientation is peppered with long speeches about all the great opportunities for moving up in our fast growing organization. Inevitably the manager will reveal that he, too, started as a busboy but was now the assistant night manager at the Hwy 49 location, which sold more Sticky Toffe Pudding last month than any other Bennigan's in the Tri-Cities region. I guess someone figured out that everyone wants to feel like they can potentially make a contribution to something larger than themselves. The trouble is, most people are pretty clear-eyed about the lines that are being fed to them and basically looking out for number one. If Houlihan's across the street is turning more tables than Bennigan's, then it's goodbye Turkey O'Toole, hello Chipotle Smoked Chicken Enchiladas.
The same seems to be true in the caddy universe. Most of the guys I've talked to have been doing this for a long time and have just followed the money when it was good, and were down the road to the next club when it got bad. They don't seem to be too long on sentimentality or reflection. And they are certainly not falling for the "management training" dodge. The career looper is no more interested in wasting time training someone just like himself than he would be walking over hot coals. They're hoping for that great 36-hole day when they leave the course and head to the bar with their pockets stuffed with cash, like the stripper who finally got off the lunch shift and onto the Friday night shift at Crazy Horse Too. Titles, regular paychecks and chances for advancement are anathema. Anonymity, cash and the chance to continue to lie low are what it's all about.
posted by yakker at 9:51 PM
1 Comments:
It just makes me feel good. Nationwide TourJ. There are others who just want to hit the ball as far as they can hit it. He says a shallow face creates shots with more backspin and shorter flight.
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