New day, new job!
For the past two years and two months, I've been working in the file room at a local car dealership and driving the courtesy van for their service department. It's not exactly a stressful position, but it's also not exactly one that's making me top dollar. I suppose it's been getting the bills paid all right, but just barely. The girlfriend and I have sometimes had to struggle to make ends meet, and I've tapped out most of the cushion that I put away at my old job.
But yesterday evening, management told me that they're finally coming through on one of the other jobs that they've sort of dangled in front of my nose for the past month or two. This morning, when I get to work, instead of lugging the stack of orders to be filed down to the file room, I'm going to be reporting back to the make ready department. There, I'm going to train to be their new service writer.
One of the things I told the managers about a year ago, when they talked to me about possible career options at the dealership, is that I didn't really want to be one of the regular service advisers. I don't particularly care to deal with upset customers all day, even though the money might be decent. And I don't like the idea that most of the pay in that position is based on commission, so if you get one pissed off customer who sends in a bad survey, your pay for the month can go straight down the tubes.
So in this job, I'm not actually going to be dealing directly with the public at all. Instead, I get the requests for service from the sales staff, and pass that info on to the guys who actually do the work back in the make ready area. In a way, it's a lot like what I used to do when I was a production clerk and shipping clerk with Kathrein: Take the orders and pass them on to the workers; get requests for information from the sales staff, find the answers and pass the information back to them. I think it should be something that I'm very good at, and I'm hoping that it will make me a fair amount more money than what I'm making now.
In any case, it's a good thing. Moving back up in the world...
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