Employer of monkeys.
Advantages I met my future husband while working there
Disadvantages See review
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| Career prospects | It did not help my career prospects |
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This review is based on my personal experience at one Wetherspoon pub, and on other viewpoints from friends who have been employed by J D Wetherspoons.
WHAT IS J D WETHERSPOON?J D Wetherspoon is a chain of restaurant/pubs in almost every city and large town around the UK.
J D Wetherspoon also has 10 lodges covering the UK.
They have separate smoking, non-smoking and family sections.
There is a menu of around 50 meals from fish and chips to lasagne, all at reasonably cheep prices and offers on food during the week.
They cater for almost every drinker; they have a variety of guest ales, alcho-pops, spirits, cocktails and soft drinks. Again, these are cheaply priced and there are offers on throughout the week.
Most of the J D Wetherspoon pubs are in old buildings of historic interest, normally with contemporary interior design.
J D Wetherspoon has a reputation for having odd toilets! Usually with sofas and chairs, or barricades of mirrors.
J D Wetherspoon claim to provide the following things for their staff…
(Information from www.jdwetherspoon.co.uk )
However I did not experience any of these.
HOW I GOT THE JOB
The experience that I had at the time was waitressing and pharmaceutical assistance, but I wanted to work in a bar. Why? Because I’d just spent a year at university stinking of alcohol and my parents hadn’t been there to mind, now I was at home I needed an excuse!
So I trundled around a few pubs in my home town (Exmouth) until J.D.Wetherspoons (The Powder Monkey) said that they had a position. In an informal interview (with coffee provided) I was asked about experience, although I had none they were willing to train me, and I would start that night.
THE FIRST NIGHT
No such luck, despite being told that I would be working at the bar; tonight I would be on the floor. This meant pushing my way through the mountains of customers, to get to the tables that they were hoarding around, to collect any used plates, glasses cutlery and anything else left on the table, only to find my self faced with a bombardment of questions like “Were is my Burger?” the answers to which I did not know, nor did I know where to find out from.
The night went on and I began to find my feet, but by 11:00 my feet wanted to loose me! At 1:00, after more cleaning up, polishing tables and setting them out for tomorrow morning, I was approached by the manager, “You have done a really good job tonight Treley, especially as you were pushed in at the deep end.”So far, I had no real reasons to complain, this was my job and that was how it was going to be; my feet would have to get used to it.
SOME TIME LATER£4.10 was a joke, the hours were a joke and the job was a joke!
I’d be on the rostra for a Friday night, which could mean working until 2:00am, and then also for the following morning at 10am.
I would be aloud one half an hour break during this time, where I had to cover up my uniform if I was going to eat downstairs.
I had to pay for anything I ate or drank.
One Saturday night I had to take all meals out, bring all plates in and glass collect while the “Floor manager” spent all night gossiping in the kitchen. When I asked him for help he just told me, “You are doing very well yourself.”
I was not trained on the bar until I had been working a month, despite this being my job description.
It is a Monday. By this time I knew that bar work was better than washing glassed and an understaffed bar. I had a second job at a Young’s pub by the beach which, in spite of its busyness and the pain in my feet, was a fun place to work in. I wanted to stop working for Mr Wetherspoon, only I felt sorry for the rest of the staff who would get my work load.
I walked in on the dot of 11:58 and stalked upstairs to change. Little did I know that there was a reason that I had stuck with this job for so long, and that reason was waiting downstairs to be served.
As I reached the bar there was a man wearing a brown leather jacket with an empty pint glass in front of him. “Smile then, love” he commented, “I’m here, why should I smile” I mumbled while giving him a sarcastic grin. “I’m smiling on the inside. (Stupid, drunk man!)” He was served by the other (equally as depressed) barman and then waltzed back to me. I was desperately trying to polish a clean bar and serve imaginary customers…
Anyway, to cut a long story short, that is the man who I am engaged to marry, and the man who gave me the courage to quit!
How to pull a pint.
That most of the food served at J D Wetherspoon comes straight out of the freezer into a deep fat fryer (the same one for everything aside from chips).
That “floor” work hurts your feet.
That some men who drink at 12 noon are actually quite nice!
You can transfer to any other pub around the country, which is perfect if you are a student who spends the summers at home.
There are always positions available.
Informal interview process
You don’t have to have experience, as full training will be given (eventually)
You are working in a pub, which has its good points!
If you are more than a “Bar and Kitchen Associate” (a monkey) then you can get a decent wage for little work, that’s what the monkeys are there for!
You may meet your ideal partner (but you could do this anywhere!).
Poor wages for anyone under a supervisor.
Unsociable working times.
Knowing how the food is prepared.
Being over worked and underappreciated.
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